CHAPTER 19 (excerpt)

An Unfinished Ending

"We would like to return to the page where we love,

and the page where we die is already beneath our fingers."

Lamartine

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She immediately disappeared into the room she had left only seconds earlier. She was escaping through the bathroom window, which had remained open, to once again evade Satan in person, in flesh and blood.

She ran across the roof of her parents' house with long strides. She had managed to get back down to solid ground, thanks to the house's gutter, which fortunately had supported her weight until her feet touched the ground. She crawled on the grass, casting wary glances towards her old bedroom window. The Demon was still sitting on her bed, never seeing her pass under the porch one floor below the window. For now, her only wish was to exile herself, NOWHERE!

She was completely helpless, she no longer knew where to hide from Satan, and she remained in the shadow of past memories. Memories that would forever be etched in her heart!

From now on, she had only one escape left to get away unscathed and stay alive. The last, the one and only. Go to her brother's house, who lived on the next street from her parents' house, so he could help her stop all this massacre. She absolutely had to reach her brother's house without the Demon following her. After that, all her hopes of survival would surely crumble, like a tower whose foundations lacked stability, and she would certainly die.

She headed behind the house to slip through the branches of the hedge, which she pushed aside to get to the other side. She prayed with all her might for this torment to finally end. She made a final sign of the cross before venturing alone into this hostile territory.

Before crossing the property line to flee, she had just seen her father standing on the back balcony, his gaze filled with deep, painful resentment. His eyes were full of tears as he watched his daughter trying to escape for the last time in her life. This woman saw through her father's worried eyes that there was no longer any hope for her to elude and defeat this demon, as he would hunt her until she died.

Even through her glazed lenses, Mama read in her father's gaze that she did not have much time left to live. She realized that her hour was approaching, that the minutes were ticking away considerably, and that the seconds were now counted.

Her father remained helpless in this situation, as he had been unable to protect his child from the forces of evil. He watched his daughter move away into the distance, with an enormous ball of despair lodged in the pit of his throat.

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