I remember how seeing the shape of your mouth that first time, I kept staring until my blood turned to rain. Some things take root in the brain and just don't let go.
Wednesday.
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TWELVE. rabbit-hearted girl
The sky was dark blue by the time they reached the middle of the woods. The three of them finally came across the old meeting house. Kennedy had a sketchy feeling. "I'm definitely getting Blair Witch vibes. Maybe we shouldn't be here."
"You can go back. Andy and I can handle it ourselves," Wednesday responded, keeping her eyes on the abandoned building.
They walked ahead of her. Kennedy scoffed. "I never said I couldn't handle it," she mumbled and followed them.
"Maybe she's right, Wednesday. Tyler said there's nothing left in there. How is this supposed to help us?" Andy voiced her skepticism.
"Don't lose faith yet, Andromeda."
They walked into the ruins. Everything was gone except an old fireplace that was still in tact. Andy felt chills on her arms. Hearing a noise, she looked down and saw Thing crawl out of Wednesday's bag.
"I was expecting more, too." Wednesday voiced.
Kennedy touched the rotting wood. Then, she grimaced. "Again, how is going to help you?"
"Maybe if we touch something—" Andy started to say to her sister, but she stopped when she saw a homeless man emerge from under a tarp. She stilled. "Wednesday."
"Who you talking to, little girls?" He spoke in a threatening tone.
Kennedy rushed over. "Hey, back off." She snapped.
"Use "little" and "girl" to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety." Wednesday stood her ground.
"This is my place. Get out!"
"Thing," Andy spoke, still glaring at the man.
Commending, Thing scoped towards the homeless man and crawled up his body. He started choking him. The three girls watched Thing yank him around the old house and drag him out.
"And to answer your question, no. We can't just touch something," Wednesday directed to Andy. "These visions seem to happen spontaneously."
Thing clawed at the ground.
"I would rather dye my hair pink than ask our mother for advice."
Kennedy watched him scratch one of the burnt logs. "I don't think he believes you," she spoke, cutting her eyes to the sisters.
