Daisy Madigan's Paradise

When tragedy falls upon 15 year old Daisy Madigan, she escapes to the only place she feels safe, the cemetery of Abney Park. There, in the company of the dearly departed, she realizes she is changing, growing stronger and faster by the day. But in the darkness lurks a terror even she can't imagine facing.

Daisy Madigan's Paradise is a Morgan Sisters novella. Check out The Ghost of Josiah Grimshaw, the full length first novel in the series.

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3. Chapter 3

 

CHAPTER 3

 

'Happy 15th Birthday, Daisy,' she whispered to herself five weeks later as she woke up to find her Dad in a drunken stupor on the bathroom floor. His sweatshirt was lifted slightly to reveal a tattoo on his lower back. Daisy had always loved that image of the eye with the wings and the Latin words beneath.

Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a deep breath and counted to ten. When she re-opened them, she stepped in and tried to wake him.

'Dad... wake up. Come on... you've got to stop drinking. Mum would hate to see you like this. I hate to see you like this.'

But Beau said nothing, he was out cold.

Tutting, she stepped back over him and went downstairs. At least they had a downstairs toilet.

Her birthdays had always been great cause for celebration. The moment Daisy woke up until the moment she put her head back on the pillow, Beau and Esther had surprised her with gifts, fun and games, outings and parties for three.

This year would be the first year unlike any other.

Her mum had gone and so, in a manner of speaking, had her dad.

She'd returned to school a week after her mum had died. The kids stopped taunting her and she felt completely invisible once again. But Daisy would have chosen to be the victim of all the bullying in the world if it meant she could have her mum back.

Three weeks after her death, Daisy had stopped going to school altogether. Her dad was in a bad way and she was the only person who could look out for him.

Not even Geoff from two doors down could help because he'd had to move back to Yorkshire to look after an elderly relative. They had no other family and no other friends. It had always been just the three of them and that had worked out wonderfully. Until... well, until it became just the two of them.

Opening the fridge door, she found it empty so she looked around the house for her dad's wallet. Opening it, she found a few measly pounds.

'Dad, we need to get some supplies. There's nothing to eat and we need to eat. Dad, can you give me some money so I can go out and get something?'

He lay motionless on the floor.

Frustrated, she kicked out at the wall, 'For God's Sake, Dad!'

He groaned and rolled over.

Running back downstairs, she opened the front door, slamming it behind her.

Arriving at the local corner shop, she bought what she could, which was basically milk and bread. Tears began to silently fall down her cheeks as she paid. Walking slowly back up the road, she winced at a pain in her foot.

Great, now what? she thought as she hobbled slightly. Stopping for a moment, she wiggled her toes, bending her ankle this way and that but the pain persevered. She limped back to the house, where she toasted a couple of slices of bread and ate it with a cup of sweet milky tea.

The pain in her foot seemed to have moved, making its way up her ankle to her calf. She rubbed it absent-mindedly

The sound of a door slamming startled her.

'Dad?' she shouted, running through the hall. She opened the front door to see him climbing into his old Fiat. He drove off without a backward glance.

'Dad? No!' she yelled, 'You're so drunk,' she whispered, crying. He could kill himself driving that car and then it would be just me. Maybe that's what he wants. Maybe he doesn't care about me. Maybe he just wants to be with Mum.

Daisy walked back into the living room where she sat quietly staring at the wall for two hours. Flashbacks of her life before continued to run through her mind. The times she sat at her mum's dressing table as Esther carefully combed her daughter's curls; Saturday mornings in the kitchen preparing a special breakfast of golden pancakes; days out on the coast, walking along the beach eating their favourite ice cream; visits to their favourite castle in Sussex; cold evenings in, the three of them curled up under a blanket on the sofa watching TV shows...

An intense agonising pain in her lower back doubled her over and she cried out in shock.

Curled on the floor, she winced as the pain seemed to come and go in waves.

When she was finally able to stand up, she rushed to her bedroom. She opened her wardrobe door and stood in front of the full length mirror and gingerly lifted her top, gasping at what she saw.

There etched into her lower back was what looked like a tattoo. It wasn't easy to see it properly from that angle but Daisy was sure it was a large eye with wings and beneath the image were words. But she couldn't read them in the reflection.

But none of that worried her at that moment because she'd seen it before. The exact same tattoo could be found on her own father's lower back.

 

 

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