👼 MY ANGEL 👼
I cannot believe what I have just read. The demons mum claimed to have been seeing, they were real? Someone was making her see them? But how? I don't understand. Can you make someone hallucinate demons?
Who is Esther Rowland? Did my sister meet her already?
Does this have any relation to what happened today? I don't see any.
If Gwen was looking for this woman, that means she completely believed our mum was targeted and killed. The Rowland name though, it sounded familiar. Like I've heard it before.
Just then, I remember something, a letter that mum wrote for us while in the hospital. Gwen took all the letter saying she needed them. I quickly rush to look for it. It was in a box carefully placed in her room.
I didn't have to brush through the content in the box for too long before I found it. It was among mum's other letters.
This particular one was short and simple. Just a few words.
“The real evil are the Rowlands. They sent demons who want to torment me to my death. My daughters, be wary.”
I didn't know at that time who the Rowlands were and I still don't. And, at that time I just thought she had given a name to her hallucination monsters. I didn't take it seriously.
She seemed crazy to me.
And it seems like I was the only twin who didn't. I wonder why Gwen never told me about their conversation with mum. Tell me that she and mum talked about the demons and she believed they were real like mum did?
Is it because of how crazy that sounds?
“Gwen, why keep me in the dark? Why not tell me about your suspicion? Is this what you have been working on that's why you moved to this city?”
I don't know if I too should believe this theory. My last memories with mum involves me mostly being scared.
Hoping her mood swings won't switch and she won't start screaming and shaking out of no where.
She was unstable, that is all I know. She died from suicide, that's a fact.
No one killed her. She took her own life. It is obvious.
I decide to ignore this all together and my mum and my sister are now together. I hope they are in a better place. One day, we will meet again. Hold each other, tell each other how much we miss each other. One day.
I close the box putting the letters away. I am planning on going to my apartment tomorrow and get some stuff for myself.
I go to the kitchen to make some coffee. I could use one with the morning I had.
I want to forget the whole experience at the wedding completely. I just hope I will never see those people again. At least the day is coming to an end.
Just as I put the mug full of hot coffee on my lips about to take a sip, the door is knocked.
I put the coffee on the counter and go to the door. I peep using the peephole but I don't spot anyone.
I decide to open it and check it out just to be sure.
The moment I open it, someone comes from leaning against the wall and walks to the door. This person holds my left shoulder and starts pushing me forcing me to walk backwards as he lefts himself in.
“Hello, Gwen!”
Jeremy, the groom from this morning says with an evil smirk on his lips.
“What's wrong sweetheart? You look scared.”