You can find part one to this here
Amelia peeked in through the crack of her parents door. She knew she wasn’t allowed out of her room after 9 pm, her parents were strict about bedtime and if she got caught, she’d surely get grounded. But, she loved watching her mommy take her pretty pin out of her underwear drawer and sing in words she didn’t understand. The colors that exploded from the pin created swirls that brightly lit up the room. It was like 4th of July without the loud fireworks.
Every night, for as long as she could remember, Amelia snuck from her room to watch this display, swearing to herself that it was her secret and her secret only. She didn’t even tell her sister Sophia which was huge because she told Sophia all the important secrets that could exist in the life of an 8 year old child.
She didn’t know what she was more fascinated with, her mom or the pin. The pin was magical, she was sure of it. She could feel it. The way it floated around the room, dancing around her mom, with a light show illuminating the four corners of the lavishly decorated suite, in her mind, was confirmation. Her mom though, she looked like a fairy. Her hair changed colors, much like an optic light does, pink to purple to blue. When she sang to the pin, she glowed. Everything about her did. And her songs gave Amelia chills, but in a good way. The words rolled off her moms tongue sweetly and melodically, sometimes putting Amelia in a slight trance. Even the voices would remain quiet, as though they were enjoying the evening performance as well.
When the lights in her parents room started to fade, and the singing slowed into more of a chant was when Amelia would run, on her tip toes, past the scary forbidden door to her room. She’d jump under her covers where she’d hold her breath and listen for footsteps coming toward her room, signaling she’d been caught. But that never happened and she’d fall soundly to sleep, dreaming of faeries and witches, spells and potions.
So many times, when Amelias’ parents were out and the nanny, Ms. White, was left to take care of her and her sister Sophia, Amelia was tempted to sneak into the drawer she saw her mom take the bauble from. She just wanted to touch it, to be amongst the vivid color display, to feel whatever her mom felt.
Even though Amelia was young, she still sensed the extreme power the trinket possessed. And even at such a young age, something in Amelia stirred at the thought of possessing that power. She heard the voices, whispering in her head, demanding she take the pendant and run away with it. The hushed voices promised that they’d take care of her, if only she got them what they wanted. They created a desire in her, so strong, it was sometimes unbearable.
Amelia struggled to fight the voices. Especially when the bedroom was deserted and there was no threat of anyone catching her, should she choose to obey the voices. It was when the house was quiet that the evil voices got louder, more demanding, making Amelia cover her ears in fear. It was during those times that she wondered what was wrong with her. She wondered if Sophia had voices that spoke to her and if she did, were they nicer than the ones she heard. Amelia never asked Sophia though, she never told her about the ones she heard either. She was old enough to be afraid of the answer.
Sometimes, the voices were so mean, cursing at her and belittling because she would be trying her hardest to ignore them. They’d tell her she was stupid and that no one loved her. They told her that her mom only cared about her first born child and that she, Amelia, didn’t matter. They made Amelia cry. The thought of her mom not loving her hurt so deeply. It was like the voices knew that so they’d keep telling her horrible things about her family. Sometimes Sophia could tell that she had been crying and would ask her why. Amelia would just shrug it off or come up with a lie about a dead squirrel she had seen or whatever she could think of quickly, to keep questions at bay.
It was a bright spring morning. Their school was on break, leaving a lot of free time for the sisters to enjoy exploring the old house and wishing they knew what was beyond the forbidden, giant mahogany doorway. It was when Amelia stood in front of that door, late at night, the voices were the loudest. Their crying, screaming and begging frightened the little girl but also, it made her want to help them yet, she didn’t know how. She did know that it had to do with the broach.
Amelia’s mom asked the girls if they wanted to go shopping. Amelia wanted to stay home with Ms. White and play with her dolls. Sophia eagerly took her mom up on the offer, she was much more into shopping than Amelia was, where she’d rather let her mom pick out her clothes for her. She didn’t care much for fashion, she was perfectly happy playing with her toys and waiting for when her sister got home so they could go exploring.
This particular afternoon, Amelia had an ongoing drama between Barbie, Ken and one of her Bratz dolls. Ken was caught by Barbie while he was at a movie with the Bratz doll. She was sitting by her big picture window, hugged by the warmth of the sunlight streaming through, having a doll conversation going on in her head. Her mom had left and Ms. White was downstairs fixing lunch.
The voices began. They were talking over her play voice. Deep voices, both male and female, taunting her, beckoning her, offering her love and acceptance if she’d just go into her moms room and bring them the pendant.
“FINE.” Amelia screamed. She didn’t know if it was out loud or if it was in her head.
Amelia ran out of her room, past the door and down the hall where she burst into her mothers room.
She threw open the door which was usually kept shut to let the girls know that they should stay out unless one of their parents was in there.
She stopped, torn between knowing she wasn’t allowed to be in there and wanting to shut the voices up, once and for all.
“If I get you her pin, would you FINALLY leave me alone and let me play with my dolls?” She begged.
The voices all promised her that they would, that they just wanted her to bring her the broach. It was theirs, they said, and they wanted it back. They promised they’d give her rewards if she’d just get them what they wanted. What they needed.
Amelia headed toward hesitantly toward the bureau. Tip-toeing, creeping slowly, knowing in her heart that what she was doing was very wrong but in her head, they were prompting her on.
She ran her hand along the top of the bureau, pausing tentatively over the corner, above the drawer where the secret compartment was.
She took the ornate brass pull into her hand and yanked the heavy drawer open.
The voices were frenzied; screaming, laughing, all talking at once.
She put her little hands underneath her mothers undergarments, finding the button the voices told her would be there.
Amelia pushed the button and, with a start, the compartment snapped open exposing a velvet purple pouch.
She took the pouch out, the voices in her head laughing excitedly, coaxing her on, begging her to tug open the strings to the casing and expose the brooch.
Amelia did. She held the pin in her hand, listening to the voices, laughing maniacally in unison.
She felt the power course through her, taking over everything she was and would ever be.
The last thing she remembered was screaming along with the voices, dropping the broach and hiding behind her mothers thick curtains before the voices took over, their evil consuming her.