Mary Rose Carew
You should just give up, I know you want it.
Mary Rose shook her head avoiding to fix her eyes on the creature in front of her hunching forward with rotting flesh, “No.”
You know you want it, it's tiring right? Being all alone. Being betrayed by your sister. Dying. The creature smiled, showing of its sharp and crooked teeth.
“She was not my sister, which was only the title society gave her. We had nothing in common but father and she never took care of him. I did all that by myself, she do not deserve to be titled as his daughter.”
Oh but she's the only one left now. You are forgotten, papa's favorite doesn’t exist anymore.
“Quiet!” Mary Rose stood up shaking with frustration, “Quite! I do not want to hear anymore! You are wrong! He do remember me! He do miss me! Charles misses me too! He never liked Anna! He liked me more!”
That is only what you told yourself while trying to convince the smarter part which said what you did was wrong that it was mistaken. If he liked you more why were you the shameful secret while she was his wife? You always knew he loved her and you were only an entertainment at the side, a guilty pleasure.
Mary Rose put her hands over the ears and shook her head more violently. “No, no, no!”
The creature approached her slowly, Shh it's okay. I can take over you know, no more pain and no more worries. The hands with flesh falling of them were placed on Mary Roses cheeks forcing her to look into the big gaps where there were supposed to be eyes. No more of anything. You can finally relax and let go. You don't need to feel lonely, you won't feel anything.
“Stop this Katarina, I do not want this. You were supposed to be my friend.”
I am your friend, your best friend. Your only friend.
“If this is what your friendship is like I do not want it. Leave me alone.”
The dirty nails pierced her skin while the creature made a sound that pierced everything, making goosebumps appear on the skin. Mary Rose wriggled out of its grip and took a few steps backward. “Leave me alone!” She turned around as fast as she could while picking up her skirt so she could run. Or run and run, it was more like waddle since the soggy ground made her slip but she tried her best to get out of there fast. But she didn't have anywhere to run, everywhere she went Katarina followed. It was an endless cycle.
Giving up after a while Mary Rose sunk down in front of her headstone. It was the same routine every day, never getting away. Well it was never day here, neither was it night. It was a constant gray darkness, the cloudy sky never showed what was above it. Maybe there wasn't anything above it. Who knows? Mary Rose sighed and started avoiding looking at Katarina again, trying to shut out her words but it’s hard to shut out a voice inside the head. It echoed in there, never taking a break, never leaving her alone.
“I wonder how it was to sleep, I can not remember. I guess it was relaxing, if I could I would sleep forever so I could escape you.” She sighed again looking up at the heavy clouds, it looked like it was going to rain. Well it looked like that all the time anyway.
Well there you are wrong, you wouldn't get rid of me by sleeping. I just follow you in there instead. And if you think about it, aren't you sleeping already? You are dead, the endless sleep.
Mary Rose gazed at Katarina for a while and got a troubled expression on her face, “I guess you are right.”
The creature nodded with satisfaction and Mary Rose posture got even more hunched. What was the meaning with caring about that either way, there was no meaning for anything. Everything was just pointless. She despised it, there was no meaning to be alive. Oh… Right she's not alive. There was no meaning with existing, why did she even exist. What was the point? She was dead, she was supposed to be in her endless slumber – or heaven – but this was neither of them. Why was she punished, she couldn't understand it. While sighing again she leaned her head against the headstone, covering her name and the date she died. She didn't like to see it anyway, she avoided looking at it. Being disgusted by the dates, there was supposed to be more years between them. But no. There weren't.
“Maybe it will rain soon.”
Big chance, it never does.
Mary Rose were quiet for awhile, “Right…”