6
I walked over to my vanity table, and sat down, and began to put my makeup on. I was staring at her through the mirror. I smiled to myself. And then, I heard her, cousin Amelia, whispering in my ear.
She was standing right next to Dr. Greene, looking at her, and then she looked at me. She had on the same lavender dress that she had on the day that she died. Her red hair still looked soft as silk, and the fire made it shimmer. Her pale face still pretty but still looking haunted as usual. By the time I blinked, she was at my side whispering to me, her cold silver eyes staring at me.
"Do, you see her sitting there, Aaralyn. She is happy, because she has Willow's daughter. They're all the same Aaralyn. Men. They say that they want a woman that they can love wholeheartedly, but when the time comes, they go out and sleep with whores, and have kids with whores. He will leave you."
"No!" I say to her, as I continue to stare into her hateful silver eyes. "No! that's not true!"
I look at Dr. Greene, she is staring at me with a blank look on her face.
"Oh, but it is, Aaralyn, it's really very much true."
I put my hands over my ears, and close my eyes, and shake my head from side to side. Trying desperately to shut her out.
"But it is! He loves you now, but no man, loves a woman who can't have his children!" she said in a taunting voice.
I looked at her sharply, with as much hate as I could muster up in my violet eyes.
"That's not true!"
She threw her head back, and laughed an uproar. " you, actually believe that Aaralyn Vanity Vitalini Marie Hawthorne! You dumb, bitch! You act as if nobody knows that you're baren!"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I scream, and when I open my eyes again, Amelia is gone.
Salley is still sitting there staring at me dumbfounded.