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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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