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Dark Confessions
~Killing two birds…
We had just unlocked the door of the cellar when Mariah hid behind me. Her jaw was whacking hard on my back that I could imagine what her face looked like now. Squeezed, just like a round meatball.
Her usual face was adorable – round, a little pale with dazzling huge eyeballs which sometimes could intimidate the hell out of someone if she only squinted.
“Do not go closer, Merlin.”
I clasped myself out of her embrace trying to gain my sanity. Ogling at her blue eyes, I felt speechless, dumb as though I was given the hardest dilemma to solve, but another blink of her eyes reminded me of what she just stated. I blinked too, not deriding her.
“What do you want me to do now? Go back?”
She gaped at me as if examining if all I just said was logical. After a while, she uttered, “I think so. It…it looks dangerous in here. Dark, cold, just like the usual feeling of an unused basement.”
She eyed me before leaning closer to me, “too sinister,” she whispered.
I rolled my eyes, “It’s dark in here because of the power outage. This isn’t a horror movie nor is this place an unused basement. And let me remind you that it was your suggestion to come down here.”
She didn’t speak any further and she wasn’t holding unto me anymore, which I must say was something I partly didn’t wish for.
Mariah and I were trying to choose if attending her mum’s burial or attending our school’s seventeenth annual ceremony was the right thing to do.
Mariah never for a bit liked her mother but everyone could tell that deep down, she was feeble, alone, and helpless as an effect of her mother’s death. My mum had approved of me attending the burial instead of our school’s ceremony as it fell on the same day. Of course, my mum was scheming on attending the ceremony. Her mum and mine were never a thing.
I had told Mariah that we could seek the answer from somewhere because both of us knew our fear. Fear of attending burials. But if it was Mariah’s mum we could reconsider. Or not.
My late elder brother had once told me of a hidden Ouija board that was somewhere in the basement. He had told me that it belonged to a friend of his who gifted it to him and he had used it many times. He said that any question forwarded to the board would always result in a good answer which would work if one tried it out.
We wanted to try it. We had vigor. We wanted to understand the theme behind it but now, Mariah was strongly insisting as she shook like a second-old tadpole wiggling out from wherever it got stuck with.
“Please…I don’t want to lose you. I am begging you. I’ve had a rethink. Let’s go back. We wouldn’t attend her burial. Please, Merlin.”
The image of Mrs. Wesley packing some gorgeously wrapped boxes, giving me a peck on my cheek then hugging Tom flashed through me and I winced, “No…she…your mum loved us. It would be unfaithful of us if we do not pay her… her last respect.”
She looked angrily at me, her fists clenched into a bouncy ball, “You know what? I hate you.”
Her words struck my heart and my eyes squeezed together. Scared that my cheeks would get moist, I instinctively turned around escaping Mariah’s scary look. She needed not to see me cry just because of what she just stated. She had no idea she invincibly plunged a rake into my chest adding to the wounds she had already inflicted on me.
“I … I don’t mean that. I am just saying there is no need for the board. If we want to attend, we can do that without consulting any demonic thing.”
“That is it.” I gritted my teeth, “I want to know if paying your mum respect is fine. My elder brother died a few days later after he attended someone’s burial. It might be a coincidence, but I just wanted to be sure without risking anything. The board would tell us what to do and what not. And we could also confirm if the legendary board is real. It’s like…”
“Killing two birds with a stone,” Mariah completed, “I am in. I…I understand.”
And that was the end of the discussion.
No one resisted.
No one whined.
No one got terrified.
No one freaked out.
I clarified that the box wasn’t real because we couldn’t find it there.
But something else happened.
Mariah pulled up a fight and I tried to control her, but it seemed she wasn’t someone that you could easily win against. It was my first time seeing a girl as powerful and tricky as Mariah, and I knew it was going to be my last. Because a woman could never be more powerful than her counterpart, even when she was fighting demonically.
I proudly fought her back and she, with tears and sour regret died in my hands, in the pool of her very own blood. Her cheeks were consumed by dried tears. Tears that were caused by her sudden realisation. She didn’t know that I knew all along.
She didn’t know I knew she had killed many souls and I was the next.
She didn’t know I wished for her to die in the basement just like my brother did.
~Blood Doctor
A.M Fissy
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