CHAPTER TWENTY : Unmarked

For her, the church had always been an innocuous entity... a place of fellowship and introspection.

She stood at the front door for a second, she felt strong for a moment, actually tried to push the door in. Alina was shivering from the cold outside, Patrick agreed to drive her there to make sure she was safe, instead, he got let from his feet by work so he ordered a fellow police officer to drive her. She didn't feel comfortable with that person, but soon she asked herself if she was ever comfortable with a stranger before.

Now with her standing there, petrified of the outcome waiting for her inside, a moment of uncertainty replaced the small portion of strength inside of her. Right when she turned to leave, the door opened, she gave the police officer a look to take off, thinking she can handle whatsoever is about to happen.

It was Olivia.

Alina frowned, she hated her. Suddenly, her urge to leave grew bigger that woman mistreated her to the bone at times where she needed a living being by her side the most. It was like she sensed her weakness by a supernatural power designed perfectly to make her misery tie her heart and hands so whenever one would move; the others shrink with pain.

Olivia dragged her inside, at least her angel was there.

She couldn't think of a way of how shit can go down more than it already is. She had no idea.

She had to let down the people who helped adjust to the world after everything has been stolen from her, her people.

Everything seemed to work out its way down to the ground, each role played so flawlessly you could think it was all-planned, well-rehearsed, and she was a pawn in what appears to be less of a game, and more of a sad ending. They were all hostages. Hostage. Alina remembers her sister and shares a glimpse with what she must be feeling, if she was still feeling, pr even capable. The thought of her sister leaving this world sends a shiver up her spine, tears start to form at the back of her eye. She was frowning. She forced a smile and a faked confidence portrait, almost so perfect it scared the one watching from inside the coffin, all the way upfront.

"I need to talk to you" She finally muttered, breaking the silent treatment she was giving Olivia; she was surprisingly enjoying it. Alina never felt this much eagerness to punch a smile off someone's face.

"Darling, we address the people we know by their names, didn't any of your dear mommy's teach you that?"

Sister Janet didn't feel the need to interfere since Alina showed no affection. Swallowing her own voice was a gift, Alina has been doing it forever.

Olivia had a predisposition to a crooked attitude.

"How have you been, dear Alina?" This time sister Janet broke the silence in the huge room filled with humidity, standing only two steps away from the two fighting birds, as she always used to call them.

Alina answered with an almost expressionless face without leaving Olivia out of her gaze, looking her directly in the eye.

"Never better"

A total lie.

Sister Janet takes a glimpse at the coffin before turning 90 degrees to face the two, knowing exactly who's inside since she was the one granting him access in the first place. A faint smile covered her face.

"What did you want to tell me? Hurry before you bring omen to this church!" She grinned at the end of her sentence; it gave her a sense of winning a battle against the 14-year-old. A battle that didn't exist, to begin with.