25 // The Prophecy

I woke up, only to find myself in an old room with dark, dirty walls and roof that looked like it was barely holding on. I felt so light as if a burden had just been lifted off me, and I realised that I was left in the garment I wore under my wedding dress.

I shielded my eyes as the light flashing through the roof pierced at me in an angry glare. “What happened to me?” I croaked, getting up from the mattress, and I looked around the room, hoping to find a clue.

“You are awake.” A tiny voice said, and I felt my blood flare at the little girl standing at the door.

“You? Why the hell do you keep appearing and disappearing whenever it suits you? And who gave you that note?”

“Who do you think it was?” She challenged.

As compared to earlier when she was wearing a short white dress and white pumps, she had switched back to her dark attire.

Could it be Lincoln, or was it Violet?

“That witch!” I hissed.

I curse the day I came to know of her existence, it felt like she had become a dark