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Chapter Two

Year 1981

I am nineteen, and a student at ESTERCREST College. For some years after all that had happened, the horrible murder of my parents and the Father Westley took a toll on me. I became shut off, even to myself; I was in a trance-like state of mind, and I was very moody. I looked for someone or something to blame for their deaths besides blaming the ones that really were to blame, and that was Lauryn Anansi and the other spiders. I so desperately missed and wanted my parents to return to me, even though I had been told repeatedly by my aunt and uncle and others in Baron’s HOLLOWPOINT that they were dead and there was no returning from that! Stubbornly, I doubted their words and waited and watched for my parents’ return, phone call, or any sign that showed there was still life for my parents. I wanted it all to be just a bad dream… but it wasn’t a bad dream; it was real.

Uncle George and Aunt Ruth did the best they could to raise me, considering the circumstances. I had nearly everything that a young girl wanted; shucks, they even gave me an allowance each week back when uncle George worked at a car factory, putting doors on brand new cars. After Uncle George retired, my allowance went from every week to each month. Ten years have passed, and with time, I’ve learned to move forward, although I’ll always keep the memories and love for my parents in my heart. For the first weeks after their funeral and burial inside shade crypts, I visited the graves of my parents every day. Now I only visit twice a week to leave flowers and tell them how much I miss them. I fear dying, and the worst thing I hate about death is that there’s no coming back from it. I despise death with a passion, because it took away my parents, and for that I’ll never be whole again.