Catherine’s Story

I wasn't supposed to end up dead. But here I am. It all started the day that I met him. I was drawn in by his good looks and mysterious ways. And sex. Yes, sex. He was hot and I admit, my carnal nature took over and I went with the ride. His ride. He was scary too. If I had a second chance, I'd pay more attention to that. I don't suppose I get a second chance?” I asked no one in particular. So far, I had not experienced or seen anyone since … you know … dead. I must be, because I can't move my hands, feet or even see my body. There is just this cloud that seems to surround me. I keep waving my hand, the hand I can't see or feel, hoping to clear it away but so far, it is a wasted effort. I figure I am no longer breathing or living because you know, I'm not. Crazy, huh? I wish I could undo it. The last thing I remember was being stuffed in the trunk, after being knifed. He was not a nice guy and in hindsight I wish I had not been drawn in by his good looks…or the other thing…that hold he seemed to have put over me, like unseen puppet strings controlled by the puppet master. I missed the red flags that were blatantly waving in my face– blindness caused by my hunger to feed my carnal appetite, until it was too late. The knowledge he offered had me begging for more, electrifying every nerve in my body. I have no idea where that might be now since I have no sense of a body. But I already told you that. So yes, I gave into temptation and silenced the blaring warning signals, until it was too late. Silly me. I can see my grandfather’s look of disapproval. It would probably be more a look of horror at the trouble I’d gotten myself into. And Luke…I am so sorry. I hope that one day, you’ll be able to forgive me. If I had it to do all over again … well, I guess repeating myself wouldn’t change a damn thing. And just for the record, being knifed, is not fun. Seeing my blood spill to the ground, painting it red, then covering the bottom of a trunk, nope definitely not a good thing. And to think … I’d just found the treasure and understood what it meant, along with the responsibility of protecting it from those whose only desire was to covet it. Like the one who put me here.