“Okay. How did this happen?” I wonder, looking up at the mansion that was specifically claimed for what I’m about to do. How exactly it had been claimed is the mystery. Whether she bought it, built it, or simply proclaimed as a headline in the newspaper, “THIS IS MINE NOW” with a picture of the house in the local newspaper. No option would surprise me. I run my hand over the stone railing of the nearest set of stairs, wondering how much money such a place cost. Enough to make it difficult to believe how little my mom started with. Not to mention how small our current house is.
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d still been holding, and realize that my hands are shaking a bit with my nervousness. Nervous, for this? Even to me, it seems ridiculous. How many stages have I been on? How far have I traveled? How many impossible things have I done? How many times have I almost died? And this is the one thing of it all that makes my hands shake.
Because now you won’t be doing it alone.
“Oh, hush up,” I tell that voice. Not quite inside my head, but not quite outside it either. A voice that doesn’t seem to come from anywhere, but that is everywhere. “I’ve never done anything alone,” I remind the voice, but with fondness instead of bitterness. I’ve met people with voices in their heads before who hated those voices. But I adore mine. The voice doesn’t respond, and I feel almost as if I could almost see him looking at me, knowing that I know exactly what he means. I sigh, relenting, “No. I won’t be doing it alone.” Being honest with myself, I knew that is what scares me. I’ve never had anyone in my life who isn’t a Liddell. Hasn’t been born and raised with who we are, what we do. “I shouldn’t do this. This is ridiculous. Insane.”
So, the voice reminds me, are you.
And so it begins! And ends. This will be the last post on this blog. Follow the BC and Mimsy’s adventures, as well as those to come of the rest of the Liddells, over at @liddellwonders!
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