Jennifer tried her best to defy the odds and the curse but not even her motherly instinct couldn't give enough boost for her to safe her own daughter from the same fate that her mother and grand mother endured. The flicker and deep sultry voice echoed in Jennifer's brain as the last candle of sanity was blown. Jennifer could feel how her mind was merging with the present. The watcher becoming part of the thing they're watching. Brain function dwindling so rapidly yet so quietly that Jennifer couldn't notice it.
Memories losing it's meaning while everything in Jennifer's life was now controlled by emotions. The lust was taking over Jennifer's body as the ouroboros snake was starting to eat it's own tail. The 18-year-old mind now completely erased as it fused with Jennifer's current life situation. There was a small broken husk or a speck inside Jennifer's cortex that was squeezed between brain matter. A incomplete piece that couldn't be restored and which was sure to dissipate as the years went by. The curse being the glue that kept the structure together as there was nothing left of her mature past self. The curse had reworked and remade Jennifer by feeding it's bits to this current lifestyle. Only thing left of adult Jennifer was the small sentence, "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to save you."
Years went by fast and Jennifer was now an 18-year-old adult hugging her first born daughter at the quiet room. Sylvia, Mary, Justin or other siblings nowhere to be seen. Not that she couldn't care as she could only hold to the singular thought that she played in playback in her mind. The moment the playback stopped a single tear drop fell to her daughter's forehead.
Her unnamed daughter felt a pulse. A heightened skill to understand speech, to read texts, think logically and comprehend what she was seeing. A sudden feeling where a girl had gained an intellectual brain of a 18-year-old. The girl felt confused by it as it sat in middle of the room. Not knowing where she was or what was happening around her but somehow understanding that something wasn't right. The curse was sticking to the new girl like a piece of gum inside the hair. A symbiosis of it containing all the knowledge and intellect of a 18-year-old Jennifer but retaining all the bad choices made by in the past. No memories that she could recall. Jennifer's daughter looked at the normal looking 18-year-old girl that was hugging her and concluded that it must be her sister. The girl was becoming aware of her surroundings and tried to make a sound but could only produce a vocal sound.
Jennifer's daughter stood up like as if she had always been able to do. It felt weird. It was her first time doing it but something she knew how to do it. The 18-year-old sister looked impassive as Jennifer's daughter suddenly moved from their grip. It felt odd to call her a 'sister' so she gave her a new name and called her... Fer... Frii... Fai... Faith. The 18-year-old sister's name was now Faith. Jennifer's daughter looked at her own hands, then straight down and thought about her own name. No idea what to call herself. If she was Faith's sister that would mean that her name was...