Lana came home from the hospital and was living with her aunt, Jennifer. Shortly after she came home I visited her. She had changed a great deal since the murders which was understandable. Naturally, everyone felt sorry for her, because they knew she would never be the same again after the horror she had been through. She talked like she was drunk or something. Her voice was a bit slurred because of the tranquilizers she had to take. And, sometimes she looked like she was in a daze. I knew she was thinking about her family. Yet, she wouldn't talk about what happened.
There were times when we would be talking and she would start to cry. It didn't matter what we were talking about. Our conversation could've been about the weather, and suddenly Lana would burst into tears. If she didn't take the tranquilizers like she was supposed to she would start screaming for no reason at all.
I didn't stay long when I visited Lana. Especially after the last time when she broke down while I was with her. I will never forget that night as long as I live, because after that I knew my friend was gone forever, in mind and in spirit.
The last time I visited Lana it was Thanksgiving eve. We decided to go out for a walk that evening because the weather was unusually warm. I asked her to come home with me so we could get my sister, because Drew missed Lana just as much as I had.
When we were almost at my house I saw my family members leaving for the night so I called to them. They turned around and waved to Lana and I. Aunt Margeaux was lagging behind the others. She was just coming down the front steps when I called to her. "See you later, Aunt Margeaux!" I shouted. She looked at me and waved. Suddenly Lana froze in her tracks, and she had a horrified look on her face.
"The eyes," she whispered frightened. I barely heard her. "What did you say, Lana?" I asked her. She just stood there staring at Aunt Margeaux, and my aunt stared at her, too. Lana became very agitated, and she started trembling. "What's wrong, Lana?" I asked her. "It's alright. It's just my aunt, Margeaux. Come on. I'll introduce you to her."
Aunt Margeaux was still standing there watching us. I took Lana by the arm trying to guide her toward my aunt. But she yanked her arm away from me so hard I almost lost my balance. I could easily see that she was scared to death for some reason.
"The eyes," Lana whispered again, and after that she screamed! It was a terrifying scream from a terrified person, and all the while she was staring at Aunt Margeaux. "Lana!" I cried. "What is it? What's wrong?" No matter what I did I couldn't calm her down. People nearby came running over to us to see what was wrong. Lana couldn't be controlled. She was out of her mind with fear so someone ran to get Jennifer.
Lana fell to the ground still screaming. "The m-monster!" she cried deathly afraid. "I-it's the m-monster!" She kept on screaming and pointing to where my aunt had been standing. But by then Aunt Margeaux was gone. Someone called for an ambulance, and they took Lana to the hospital.
The doctors gave her a sedative when she got there. And, when she calmed down Jennifer was allowed to take her home. Whatever happened to Lana that evening sent her over the brink into insanity. A few days later some people from an asylum came and took her away. I couldn't shake the fact that she was alright until she saw Aunt Margeaux that night. Afterward she became hysterical, and I wondered why. Also, I felt a little guilty because if I hadn't insisted that we go out for a walk that night the whole thing wouldn't have happened.
She kept saying "the eyes" when she saw Aunt Margeaux that night. I recalled the night that the Reverend and Miss Becka Daniels came to our house unexpectedly, and Drew and I saw those eyes. "But where did Lana see them?" I wondered. I knew there had to be a reason why seeing Aunt Margeaux had terrified Lana so badly. "Why?" I wondered.
Neither Drew nor I had forgotten the night we saw Aunt Margeaux's horrifying, demonic eyes and we never would. Also, we would never forget how she looked at Miss Becka that night either. Later our Pastor and his wife were murdered inside their home. "Is there some connection here?" I wondered. When I told my sister what happened to Lana she began to wonder, too.
As far as anybody knew Lana had not seen the person or persons who killed her family. "If she did," I thought, "why did they spare her and none of the others?" Nobody knew for sure if she had seen the killer or not, because she hadn't said much of anything about the murders. When she did talk about them you had a hard time understanding what she was saying, because of the strong medicine that they gave her. She didn't make much sense.
As much as I tried to deny it I was sure that Lana had seen who murdered her family. She didn't scream and carry on like she did when she saw Aunt Margeaux for nothing. She was truly terrified! It was obvious that she'd seen my aunt before, and under circumstances that were not good.
I hoped one day Lana would be alright, and become her old self again. Yet, deep down in my heart I knew it wasn't going to happen, and in the end I was right. It never happened, and Jennifer had to have her committed. She telephoned me on the day that the people from the asylum were coming to get Lana so I could be there. I thought I would never stop crying, because I was saying good-bye to my friend forever.
They had no trouble with Lana, because they told her that they were taking her to see her family. Oblivious to the fact that they were all dead, except Alvin, she seemed happy as they lead her to the hospital's car. When they drove off I watched until the car disappeared from sight. I would never see Lana again.
Drew and I tried not to do it, but after what happened to Lana we became very suspicious of Aunt Margeaux again. We knew she loved us, and that she would never harm us. However, we felt like we couldn't trust her anymore. My sister and I knew that she had done something to Lana.
THIS IS A VERY SMALL EXCERPT FROM MY SUPERNATURAL THRILLER "THE COVERING" AND I PROMISE YOU, YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THIS BOOK
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