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    Ashes Made Cold – (Chapter: I’m Not Her … Not Really.)

    In an abandoned house, sits a lone, dark, tormented soul waiting for
    redemption. The only problem being that she has to come to this
    redemption bloody. She has to crawl back to her grave already
    dirty. She must face Maggie as a murderer if she gets to face her at
    all. This poor excuse for Bianca Montgomery sits curled into a ball
    rocking and singing to herself.

    "You are not to blame." The bird speaks to her.

    She continues mumbling the mournful tune to herself and ignores the
    black blight she must follow. She rocks faster in an attempt to
    forget it is with her. She would cry, but it seems her tears have
    dried again.

    `One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
    Two can be as bad as one it’s the loneliest number
    Since the number one

    No is the saddest experience that you’ll ever know
    Yes is the saddest experience that you’ll ever know
    Cause one is the lowest number that you’ll ever know
    One is the loneliest number even worse than two.

    It’s just no good anymore since you went away
    Now I spend my time thinking up rhymes of yesterday
    One is the loneliest number
    One is the loneliest number
    One is the loneliest number—since you went away
    Since you went away….’

    The slow, heavy mournful song slips from her lips as she rocks. It
    is becoming late afternoon as the crow watches out the broken bedroom
    window.

    "Singing won’t solve this." The bird warns. Again, she ignores him
    as she continues with the same tune over again, "Over soon enough."

    The door creaks open downstairs. Bianca stops rocking long enough to
    listen to approaching steps. The crow flies to the top of the
    staircase and looks down. Bianca closes her eyes to see who would
    disturb this old house. As she sees through its gray gaze, she
    recognizes Kendall.

    "Good deeds get you trouble." The bird sends.

    Bianca ignores the dark creature again as she stands and moves over
    to the window. She crawls out the window and dangles from her
    fingers off the window ledge. It is really the safest place to hide
    and still be able to hear Kendall in the house. It isn’t as if she
    has to worry about the fall. Kendall walks into the room slowly.
    She hasn’t set foot in here since she had to help Myrtle clean it
    out. Erica couldn’t come near the place so she had helped Myrtle and
    then sent it to the penthouse. It had been so hard gathering up all
    her things and finding Maggie’s mixed in with them. As she peers
    around the room, she feels her throat tighten.

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