I saw my mother in a dream. It was warm again. We were outside and it was summertime and everything was okay again. I must have been five years old. She was pushing me in a swing on the playground. The other kids were laughing and playing with their parents too. And then I woke up.
I was awoken by a terrible pain. I found myself digging my nails into my own flesh. I was tearing at my arm so hard the skin is broken. But I wanted to stay. I wanted to live there in that dream. I don’t want to wake up anymore.
Elija truly did prove to be a cunning little piglet. He is smarter than I gave him credit for. He has been etching the names of everyone who has died here on the trees. How did he know the ritual? He must have been rooting around in the library. The Edmonds’ daughter hid her efforts of thwarting me somewhere in there. Still, it never comes to anything more than a silly game.
I can feel them now, their spirits. They are trying to pry Master from my heart, but I want him to live in me always. I will fight tooth and nail against anyone who tries to take Rosewood Manor from me.
Death will be too good for that little bastard once I find him.
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