I sat alone in bed

I'm crying 'They're coming for me.'

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Youth:

"Father forgive her! The Devil lives inside her mind but there are Angels in her heart."

"Addy-Soo. You'll be safe here; they can't get you here." Adeline knew her mother was lying to her even with that cloying smile and those perfectly manicured fingers stroking her cheek. She'd never been very good at comforting anyone, least of all now, while sitting inside a hospital cell to be abandoned. The woman reached into her bag and handed her a beat-up teddy bear, "Here's Bear." His name wasn't Bear, it was Jack the Ripper, but she hated that name, she never called him by it. Adeline took the mangy thing and clutched the inanimate life out of it. "Mommy, Daddy and Libby-Moo will visit, Sweetheart." Adeline shifted to peer back at her twin sister hiding behind their father's leg. Liberty Moon Taylor, they called them Addy-Soo and Libby-Moo lovingly, but the nicknames were all for show. In fact it was all just a show but the nuns hanging around them bought into the practiced saccharine act with cupped hands praying blessings on the misfortune of such a sweet family. Their poor innocent daughter was Possessed.

"She's lying to you..." Addy whispered to the nun washing her hair in the tub. "She's not a good person." The Sister peered up through the hanging fabric of her habit, "That's not nice to say about your own mother, Adeline." Addy stared down at the water swirling with the faces of demons grinning up at her, noiseless and terrifying; she swallowed and looked away. "It's true, she just wants to get rid of me." The Sister sighed and titled her head back so she could wash out the soap with a pitcher. "How do you know she feels that way?" She asked. Adeline frowned, "Because they told me. I know what she tells Daddy in secret at night, what she tells everyone when she thinks I won't hear...I scare her...Do I scare you Sister Mary?" The Nun shook her head and picked up a towel, "No. Why would I be frightened of you?" Adeline looked behind the woman at the ghostly man with a cross carved into his forehead, glaring down at them. "Because I know you killed your husband...Gregory. You poisoned him and cut a cross into his head, he was cheating on you so you murdered him and buried him in your back yard, then became a nun so you wouldn't be suspected, you-" Sister Mary's eyes were bulging, aghast, horror stricken, "NO ONE WILL BELIEVE THE LIES OF AN INSANE CHILD! AWAY WITH YOU, YOU DEMON, DEVIL!

Adolescence:

I don't want to be lonely, so please show me the way.

"Your child has a remarkable gift Mrs. Taylor-" Detective Barnes was a portly man with kind face and warm eyes, Adeline really liked him. Her mother didn't feel the same way, he was an obstacle that didn't even realize he was a proverbial hurdle in her goals to get rid of her daughter without tainting their family's perfect reflection on society. "-because of her we were finally able to solve Gregory Franz's murder. I called you here today so we can discuss Adeline's future, have you considered enrolling her into the Youth Cadet program here, in Portland? If she's interested, she could be an invaluable addition to the force in a few years." The words were like a line thrown into the deep, giving Addy a chance to grasp at something more, "I'm interested!"

Adult | Portland

"Understand this. Where she comes from, there are no saviors."

Adeline stared quietly down at the mangled corpse splayed out on the dirty concrete. The world around her was a dissonant whisper of voices and movement, it was just her and the sobbing apparition sitting cross-legged next to his body, "What happened?" He wept, "Where am I? Who are you?" Adeline frowned and traced a thumb over the rosary in her pocket, "I'm Adeline, I'm a detective for the Portland Police, what's your name? Let me help you find who did this..." The man looked up at her, his face was smashed in like the cadaver, an eye dangling from its socket, skull gushing blood. Adeline didn't flinch but it scared her, they always scared her, those grotesque images reflecting the inhuman violence of man. "Frank Gold, I think...I don't remember what- What happened to me? WHAT HAPPENED!?" He stood and walked towards her with a frenzied look in his eye, Adeline took a step back instinctually. "I don't know what happened, you have to remember, think back. Who did it?" She pushed, but it was probably hopeless, sometimes they simply didn't know and there was nothing she could do. "G-Giovani, that slimy bastard! He did it, he was angry, I beat him in poker, took everything he had! He was so angry, so, so angry...he must have- Oh god. I'm dead, aren't I?" As if a lightbulb clicked on, he gasped out his testimonial in a sputter of blood-soaked lips. Adeline smiled ruefully and nodded, "I'll look into it for you...you should rest now, Frank. If you stay here too long, you'll get stuck." With that, she turned away and threw back a bottle of pills, seeking that blissful numbness that quieted the horror.

"I quit." Adeline set badge and gun down on the desk in front of Chief Barnes. "I'm sorry, I can't do it anymore." The Chief frowned; he'd been something of a father to her for those last several years and they had solved a couple difficult murders together, it had done something to the jovial gleam in his eyes, dulled it with the veneer of criminal cruelty. "What will you do?" He didn't argue with her, which she appreciated. "I'm going to move to DC, Liberty moved out there last year and says it's beautiful. I want to open a business." And Move On, she thought. Barnes sighed dolefully and offered her a sad smile, "I understand. We'll miss you...take care of yourself, Detective." He didn't tell her he knew about the overuse of prescription medication but she knew he knew, it was his way of acknowledging his worry for her. He was right to be worried, She was anything but Okay.

Adult | Washinton, DC

The ghosts I've had to bury, keep me up at night. Don't try and save me, I hate myself too much."

"You're voice is so creepy! I love it!" A girl with a face full of piercings and wrapped in a wet pleather dress laughed while throwing down a vodka seltzer. Adeline grinned at her, "Thanks!" It had been almost 5 years since she'd moved out of Portland and opened The Nocturna Nightclub in Downtown, DC. Her hair had gotten long and was shaved on the side and tattoos covered her body, finally able to express that repressed representation of her occult interests. They called her the Luna Moth in the goth scene: entertainer and dark belle of Virginia. She'd made a name for herself out there, but they were still haunting to her, she could see them in the shadows, reaching, begging for her to listen. The prescription drugs worked for a while but eventually she had to sink deeper and deeper into the abyss to drown them out. A man wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, "Addy, let's do another bump, come on, you look too sober." Adeline turned her head, still grinning, "River? I thought you went home, yeah, let's do it." They excused themselves and disappeared into the greenroom behind the little stage where two lines were already pressed out on a tray. Addy wasn't looking at them, however, her eyes were fixated fearfully on the apparition in the corner of the room, dripping in the filth of the river, a bullet wound in his head seeping cruor. "He killed me. Help me. Help me." She turned to look at River sadly. Fuck.

Adeline didn't like Jack Crawford, probably as much as he didn't like her. Like most cops, despite her history, they lived opposing lives. Her world was steeped in the occult, with inconclusive, illogical, and unreliable proof that repeatedly turned up true. She was used to it making people angry with her, especially when they came to a point where they needed her. She'd managed to keep herself under the radar for almost 5 years, the ghostly encounters at a minimum with the help of the drugs, but her connection to her ex-boyfriend left her vulnerable for paranormal exposure the moment he decided to take a life. She had been questioned, which meant her background had been drudged up, her job in Portland scoured leading to even her redacted files being pulled eventually, discovering cases she helped solve through less than typical means. It was only a matter of time before Jack roped her in and she was back to contracted Medium work, Right back into the frying pan.

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