"Dead"
The word echoed in her head as she walked from her sister, shrugging off Maggie's concerned embrace and evading her discerning gaze. She walked into her bedroom, a dull ache taking root in her head and crept into her bed.
"I was dead"
The realisation refused to sink in. The scientist in her was scrambling for a hidden meaning, a logical explanation and desperate rebuttals to that horrible revelation. There was a reason behind everything, she just needed to find it. The Elders would know but she needed primary data. She needed to collect that information on the how and why and who by herself. Harry would help. But Harry helped those for embodied goodness and light and she was…
"You have darkness in you"
She shivered under her blankets. She closed her eyes to try and shut the world away. A strong woman was allowed to break down. However, she did not cry, she did not scream, she only longed for the sleep.
"Cursed"
Yes, she was.