go and find this riptide

From that same WIP

Petal finds Molly in the closet one night after coming home late from work and Bear’s all gone, and all the mirrors in the house are turned around. Molly won’t come out at first, she pulls on the handle to keep the door shut, but when Petal screams and opens it anyway Molly scurries underneath some coats further and further.

Finally Petal just sits down and asks Molly what’s wrong, what’s going on. She’s not asking her to come out anymore, now she’s near the closet herself, her hand on the coat Molly is hiding under. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah okay yeah okay I’m okay yeah okay sure I’m okay.”

“I guess, well, I guess I have to take your word for it. How was your day sweetie? Did you and Bear have a fight?”

“No, never, me and Bear? Never. We’re perfect.”

“Perfect?”

“Yeah he sent me a video of a couple dancing to violin music.”

“He did? Can I see it?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know where my phone is.”

“Come on, let’s go out and find it.”

“I can’t, not yet, I can’t go out there yet.”

“Why not? I thought you said everything was okay.”

“Oh, oh. Let me tell you something, a story kind of, a memory sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“Well, I don’t know. See, I’m not sure anymore. My memories…they’re strange, you know? Did you know I went to the hospital?”

“Bear mentioned that, yeah. He said it was serious and scary stuff.”

“Did he tell you they shocked me? I don’t remember it, in fact my memories are so fuzzy…and they say it’s natural, right? It’s all natural. For the first week I couldn’t remember how to cook, and spell. I forgot how to spell! It was weird, I could read words, you know, words that other people wrote down I could read them just fine. I just couldn’t put them together myself.”

Petal puts her arm around the coat, around where she hopes Molly’s head is.

“Oh, I never knew, I never…”

“But that’s not it, that’s not what I’m talking about, it’s not. Let me tell you a memory, okay?”

“Sure. Tell me.”

“My favorite book when I was a kid was this ghost book, about a little boy who got visited by this little ghost girl, I forget their names but it was my favorite, it’s the one memory nothing could erase, ever erase. Even though I forgot my name and how to talk for a bit, I still remembered this book. And in this book, during his worst days, his most sad and lonely days, the girl would visit him, she would come out of his closet and walk around and talk to him and comfort him. Sometimes she even took him through the closet into the land of the ghosts, and they would go and have tea parties with the dead. How amazing, right? I tried for so long as a kid to get my own ghost, to walk through my own closets and go to the land of the dead. It never worked though.”

“So, so, so, so, so, see here, there was another part, isn’t there always? There was something else, I don’t know what it was. Some creature maybe? Some human? Not another ghost, I know that much is right and true and right. Anyway, this creature came through the mirrors, the mirrors! It crawled through and the things it did to that little boy, oh it left me harrowed and I’d been through the same thing, I think, but I can’t remember! I can’t remember!”

Petal rubs her back for a moment with the palm of her hand.

“Are you sure it’s a real book?”

“I’m sure.”

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