With quick breathes drawn in and out, another day came and went for Tessa. She had officially become the cat's puppet.
"Why do I do this?"
She said out loud as she louded another body that was tied to rocks into the large, empty pond. She wouldn't be blammed if that wasn't her pond. Delicate hands wipped off dust from her black skirt. This would be the last... Thats what she told herself anyway. But it wouldn't. It never would. Not even if she told herself this every day. The cat is happy, though. That's why she is doing this, right? For the cat? Or was it for another thing? She looked at the pond and salty tears started to form, stinging her eyes and making them blurry in the process. Not again. She fell to her bruised knees and sobbed. "Crying? Again?'' It was a familiar voice. "To think you would get used to it by now."
"Go away, Margaret." Her sister. The one she killed so many years ago. "Go away? Go away!?"
A hand gripped her shoulder and nails dug in. "You said that 11 years ago too, didn't you?"
Tessa couldn't look. She knew what was there. A dripping, blue faced girl. Hair almost gone and clothes molding off.
"I said go away." She knew it was no use. Something like this never went away.
"But I will always be here, Tess. You can't get rid of something tied to your soul. Or did that cat take that as well?"
Tessa would stand back up and squeeze her eyes shut. Incantations left her lips and the hand would leave her shoulder. As she felt the weight lift from her, she let out a reasurring sigh, opening her gray eyes again. A purr was then heard. Stupid cat. It rubbed its stuffed face against Tessa's sock covered leg.
"Is it done?" The feline asked. Tessa gave a small nod.
"Good. Now, lets go." The cat led the way to their next adventure.