Why Do I Feel Like I Know You? | Willow & Delia |
Willow sat in a large armchair she had dragged over to one of the upstairs windows of the murder house. The view looked over to her old house, not much had changed, her mum walked past the window every so often, sometimes Viola would look up angrily, waving a hand and mouthing, "Go Away!" But the living room paint color was the same, none of the furniture was new, it gave her comfort to look down on her old life. She often wondered what had happened to her old room, had it been cleared out? All of her belongings sold? Or had it been left untouched, dust gathering on every surface. As much as she tried her mind couldn't stay away from the past, her body ached with how much she missed it. She adverted her gaze to the front garden, all of the flowers were wilted and brown, the ground cracked and dry. The garden was her project, for as long as she could remember. Her mum had always called it "Willow Time" or "Garden Therapy", and it worked. It kept her mind off things, making things beautiful and alive to make up for what was dead in her life. "It's sad no one looks after it anymore," she said to herself, her mouth dragging into a small frown. Letting the feeling go, she pushed herself out of the threadbare armchair, and leaned with her elbows on the windowsill, letting the breeze blow gently on her face. She closed her eyes, soaking in the moment, this day was too beautiful to let go of just yet. She slowly opened her eyes, bringing herself back, when she caught a figure moving inbetween the houses out of the corner of her eye. Quickly, she grasped the sill and thrust her upper body out the window, looking down to get a better look. There was a woman, her back was all Willow could see, a flash of dark hair, light olive skin. Curiousity sparked in Willow's body, she hadn't seen her before, what was she doing lurking around the property? Her eyes darted after the mystery woman, she seemed confused, lost even. When suddenly, she changed her pace and took several determined steps towards the Bennett House. She was getting too close for comfort, Willow knew she shouldn't make contact with the living, but she couldn't stop herself, "Hey!," She yelled out of the window, anger rising on her voice, "Get away from there! What the hell do you think you're doing?" She had caught sight of the woman's face, but something was all too familiar, something wasn't right. A pang of sickness caught in Willow's throat, her eyes locked on the stranger, "Who are you?"