Hale Cress

To be Remade

“You seen it didn’t you?”
“See what?”
“Them. How they were?”
“Of course I did, how could I not?”
“Are you angry?”

“No….she seems happy though she is different for it, I am glad she is in her own corner of the world where she can be herself and no one but herself.”

“There is no space for you there now. There is no space for you anywhere. Was that not evident enough with your little doggie friends?”

“What friends?”

Hale slowly blinked as she stared out over the water. She could feel the hissing voice at her ear and the looming coldness of the ever-present shadow that lingered. She traded a lot for the sake of tasting clairvoyance and power. A sliver of her sanity was coupled into the deal. Her headaches ceased with the more she listened to the voice at her side than trying to avoid it, especially now that she had time to herself and little to no intervention when it came to choices.

For fucksakes, a letter would have sufficed to say thank you for the delivery. A letter to check in with how things were going would have been appreciated.

Perhaps it was the slow blown bread crumbs she was missing out on that eventually lead her further and further from those friendships. It was the lack of interest, the lack of wanting and for once…it wasn’t because of her.

“You weren’t enough.”
“I know. It’s hard to be.”
“You just weren’t enough.”
“Then make me.”

Those green eyes of the Cress line had finally perched over her shoulder to the shadow at her right, within her fingers were twisting blades of grass and for the first time in what seemed like forever, she noticed the shadow hesitate.

If there was one thing she could excel at, it was being alone and harboring the wounds people left with her. Prizes were the emotional battle scars people left with her for having fickle minds and flippant regard for others, it was people of her name and family leaving her far too soon than she expected and leaving behind guilt. It was being alone while watching others grow in other directions.

She wanted something for her.

Hale loved her family, her snakes and poisons. She loved the empire her business had built for her without a blink of remorse for what her poisons might have done to others on the other side of a blade or tipped arrow. She had single handily become a small tycoon in her own right all for the passion of toxins. There was a mean hatred for others within her heart born purely out of being used, tugged around and lied to. Anger filled the deepening void as those she left in consistently let her down and now – she was eager to keep the void and all that came with it; far beyond what was just shadow play.

“Remake me to be enough.” she said out loud.