I stopped visiting Brigitte. I couldn’t be around her anymore. She was keeping secrets from me, and I was certain that she had started talking to the Shadows. Her little black pearl, that she had unfaithfully taken for herself, would bring the Shadows into our world and then they would destroy us all. Continue reading “When Shadows Cry (Part 3 of 3)”
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I left Mme. Moreau’s School for Unwanted and Undervalued Children on the eve of my eighteenth birthday. I was done; they had nothing left to teach me, not that I feel I ever really learned anything in the first place. Obviously, our correspondence could no longer continue, and I lost touch with Brigitte for several years. I can only assume that she too left when she turned eighteen and went on to far grander and greater things than I could ever imagine for myself. I would have liked to have gone looking for her, but it was impossible; we were of two different worlds: she was Gifted, and I was still unwanted and undervalued. Continue reading “When Shadows Cry (Part 2 of 3)”
They say she was a monster, an unkindness left by God. People say a lot of things when they don’t get their way. I knew her to be more. She was ill-used, ill-treated, and I should have done more to stop them. But I didn’t. Because unlike her, I was selfish. I am what killed her. I am writing this today, before I run out of my God-given time, as a sort of penance – not that I think the act of writing this will earn me forgiveness but I feel I must explain myself regardless. I must explain to others what it is to entangle oneself with the Gifted, and the dangers that inevitably flow from doing so. Continue reading “When Shadows Cry (Part 1 of 3)”