Journal of the Whills Volume 4 CHAPTER 7 Jan 24, 2021 2:48:30 GMT
Post by Marilyn Matthews on Jan 24, 2021 2:48:30 GMT
Journal of the Whills
Mutata vero receptibiles in camino
Mary didn’t think she had anything left inside of her. She had been bawling herself to sleep practically every night for the last week. There is feeling empty, then there is feeling hollow, then there is feeling a void inside of you. Then there was what Mary felt. This wasn’t just empty but a burning hurt filled nothing.
It had been three years since her husband died. Three years. Two of those had been so great. She had found her girls and found happiness. She wasn’t sure as to why it hurt so much this year. If she were forced to give a reason, she would probably go with that after three years, it was finally sinking in. He was really gone. He was gone and never coming back. And for all her power and abilities, she couldn’t change that without destroying reality.
The ride from the cemetery to her home in Hidden Hills felt like it took forever. The girls who came to get her, Steph, Morgan, and Lil, tried to keep small talk up. Chatting about upcoming events, matches, and races. They tried their hardest to include Mary but she answered curtly and to the point. Eventually, they stopped realizing she didn’t want to talk.
She just sat in the passenger seat as stared out the window. If she had any more tears they would be flowing. But she was empty. All that was left was that hallow pain. As they pulled into the driveway Mary felt something inside of her give. It felt as if everything came back for a sudden, painful, moment before shattering. To her credit, she didn’t give any outward sign of her sudden pain. But she could feel what was happening. She needed to get by herself. She didn’t need to freak any of the girls out.
They made their way into the house and Mary looked at all of them with a weak smile. “I’m going to go take a nap. I’m exhausted. Will shower after and be out for dinner. Promise.”
“Aight, Boo. We love you.” Morgan told her with a smile. It brought nods and agreement from all the others. Mary smiled and headed to her room. She closed the door behind her and slumped against it. She was able to barely get it locked before she stumbled forward. She didn’t realize that this was something that actually happened. She had read about it in stories but thought it was just that, part of a story.
But here she was, locked in her room, her girls feet away, dying of broken hearts. She could feel the tingling that preceded the change. It was like the pins and needles you get from a limb that has gone numb and reawakening. She held out her hands and could see that faint golden glow start to grow. She was thankful she had the bedroom soundproofed and reinforced. She just hoped she didn’t destroy too much inside of it.
She took a few more steps into her room. Her body was glowing a bright gold. This was a fitting time for regeneration. It was a needed change. One she was going to let go wild and ride the results. She threw her arms out wide, and her head back, as the golden light consumed her. It shot out from her arms, legs, and head like golden searchlights. A scream escaped from her lips.
Her face twisted and contorted like melting wax. It bubbled and reshaped into a slightly more mature one. Features of a mother. Her body, slim as it was, filled out slightly. Tone and definition came to her muscles. She thought about her girls and felt a tingle as a tattoo formed close to her bikini line. A set of Mickey Mouse Ears. She then felt a tingling and a rush of the flavor of fresh oranges. She grinned as her hair lengthened and lightened. She went from a medium brown to a blonde. The hair cycled colors a few times, some nowhere near natural. It finally settled on the blonde.
The light faded and Mary fell to her knees panting. Her hands hit the floor next before she finally collapsed onto the floor. She passed out then for a few hours. When she awoke she sat up slowly. She went into her bathroom and saw the change in her appearance. It was something she never would have considered but she loved it. She pulled out a thing of temporary silver hair dye. She proceeded to dye her hair and hop in the shower.
Once she was out and dressed she tried a new style of makeup. She pulled out her phone, snapped a picture, and tweeted it out. Let the world see the change and get some reactions. It wasn’t long before Jasmine replied...