Confusion
Pains of Wanting and Past Parting
Emily waited impatiently for Victor, though knowing it was possible (and to her seemed all too possible) that he might not come. She remembered all too well how much it hurt to say goodbye and how much more it hurt that she couldn't tell him how she really felt. But this hurt more; not knowing if he was coming; knowing there was a chance. It was indescribable.
Breaking her from her thoughts, a raven landed next to her on the coffin bed. It tried to object as she lifted it on her finger, but its wings were unable to lift it in flight any longer. It cawed at her, begging to be set down, but she wouldn't. It was something to occupy her and perhaps she could nurse it back to health.
She stroked its silky black feathers, careful not to touch the wings. As she did so it began to calm down. It slid its way up her arm, taking a liking to her. Emily began to stroke the feathers on its chest…she could feel a heart-beat.
Somehow this bird had come from the Land of the Living; there was no other explanation for the sudden weakness. It had not meant to come. Emily knew there was no nursing it back to health. She did not know how it had come here and didn't know how to get it back. It would have to stay here until it died when it could again soar the skies incognito with the night, when it could join the murder of the other crows here.
But this was not destined to be. The crow found just enough strength to fly into the empty void of gray above and disappear back into the Land of the Living. It reminded her of so much pain; just when she thought it was here – here to stay – it was gone…
Ever since that night Emily had found inspiration. She knew the white and ebony keys of the piano and that Victor knew them just as well as she. She had tried to write her own songs about what she had felt. She made it up as she went along, always wishing she could remember it.
She tried to draw as well. She wanted to remember, no matter how painful. So she drew the memories she held dear. Most of her pictures thus far were of Victor. But now it was time for something new…the raven. But she knew it was a symbol of Victor to her.
As she drew she discovered just how well she could draw birds. It would occupy her from her other emotions for now…
Soon every bird she saw became a picture on her pad. She'd drawn mostly ravens and crows but there were a few others simply because of where she resided. It was the only thing to satisfy her impatience.
Meanwhile with Victor…
Victor sat astonished in front of the old oak tree. He knew where he was…the exact place Emily had been murdered. No doubt it gave him very uncomfortable feelings. Lying there on the ground Victor could see the slightest glimpse of light reflecting from something proceeding from the ground. Cautiously he reached out and touched it.
"Ow!" he cried in astonishment, as it had pricked his finger. A slight trickle of blood flowed out. He stuck his finger in his mouth and cautiously reached back again, careful to grab onto the flat sides and pull it up from the ground.
Victor gasped. What he had pulled up was a dagger, blood covered and rusty. "Barkis!" he growled between his teeth examining the initials on the handle "BB".
"No doubt he would have brought V…her here and stabbed her with it too!" Victor growled, little curses surprising him here and there. It wasn't like him…but then again, it wasn't like him to hate either. But Barkis was a bastard and deserved it. He knew it was justified anger, but that word still made him feel…strange.
Confusion swept over him. He knew he loved Emily but what if she wasn't there? And what if she was still hurting a lot and took it out on him? How did he even get down there?
Guess you'll find out next chapter! Sorry but some people DO like cliffhangers, so every now and then I throw one in as best I can.
And (sorry to brag in a way…) I actually have a real corpse bride type thing around here where I live only she wasn't murdered and she doesn't get up out of her grave…well, actually, there are rumors about that… Don't believe me? Go to Google (Images) and type in Bride of Hillside or Hillside Bride and you can get a picture of her tomb. I don't live in Hillside, but it's near by…I don't remember how she died… I was gonna freak out if her name was Emily, but it's not and if I remember right it's Julia so you can go check that out. If you want the other few detail I have that you CAN'T find on the internet, tell me…well unless my Sunday school teacher is publicly proclaiming it, but that would be weird…
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Lydia Deetz
