August –17th;
Same nightmares; same torturous existence.
I’m yet to tell Romano about my nightmares. I’m scared of how he might react. I don’t feel safe. Only the sisters of the coven and Felicia know about the predicament I am in. Selena has given me two vials that contain an unspeakable force of black magic within. They are blue and sparkly; reminding me of shampoo, or what I might’ve imagined to be unicorn blood as a kid. I asked her what need of them have I; what they do, and she’d given me one single vague answer; “They corrupt.” I’m scared to look at them now. I shall hide them somewhere no one will find. “When push comes to shove,” she’d said “Only when push comes to shove, Meredith.”
When will that be? I hope to never find out.
If it all goes wrong, neither I, nor my children’s
