Ylana Maya - Two Seasons of Hell

Aella's Story

It was August 23rd, exactly 6 months since that day. Two of the longest and darkest seasons of Aella's life had gone by in the blink of an eye, life had not become any easier for Aella. The memories of that horrible night were fresh in her mind, playing over and over in a hell-ish loop. She was pushed to relive those moments every night as she lay in her bed trying to get some sleep, but inevitably her attempts were futile, what she had witnessed was not something anyone could easily wipe from their mind, only a psychopath would take solace in that imagery.

The flash images of the splattered blood trail on the beige carpet of their old tudour-style living room back in Trentwood, she recalled her steps through the house with perfect clarity, following that trail through the living room, through the dining room, leading right to the bathroom door... She remembered how she felt in those moments leading up to that door... Her heart racing, her breath shaking, her mind speeding around at a million miles an hour as debilitating confusion and fear washed over her... She remembered walking up to that ajar bathroom door and merely pushing it with her index finger, it swung open without much force. She stood in shock at that which lied before her, a sight that would haunt her for the rest of her life... the corpse of her Auntie Sue, lying there in the bath. She was covered in bloody, occult symbolism from head to toe.
In front of Aella lied the only woman who had ever been there for Aella, the only woman who ever got through to her... And she was lying there, lifeless and bloody, covered in some strange symbolism in a pool of her own blood...

The therapist, Mr David, had just began giving Aella pointers on how to cope through her situation and to put it simply, Aella could not hear his incessant rambling, she just zoned out and all she heard was white noise.
Aella looked up, she thought to herself, 'Does this guy seriously think he's got a clue what it's like... Has he any clue at all what it's like to witness the only person who means anything in your life lying there lifeless and massacred in your own bathroom, the one person who ever showed you a shred of love, just ripped from your world with no real warning... How could I possibly take advice from someone who's only credentials are 5 years being moddiecoddled at a university full of rich toffs... This is a joke.'

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