"Pearl!...Pearl!" Whispered through the house as I awoke in the shivering dark of the night. I was all alone in the cabin I called home, but all I could hear were the whispers of a man I wish i had not to known. My mom always told me to stay away from the man who gave her terrible nightmares, but she would never tell me who it was so my young mind was lured to him until I finally met him. However, even the thought of his name brings chill down my back as I try to forget this man, Roger Chillingworth.
The day started out like any other, but today was a 'special' day as i would turn eighteen. I awoke in my cabin alone like i have gotten use to as i looked across the room to see the last memory i had of my forgotten mother, her scarlet letter. I held it close to my chest like i did when i was a child trying to remember my mother's face since the last words she told me before her sudden death,"Pearl" she would mutter,"Your a strong woman, and it's time you knew about our past..." The story still clouds my mind even though it still clouds my feelings of how i should feel about my mother and her poor heart that went through so much. She had given me this letter for my forgiveness of her, but all i could do was look away and see my mother suffer until death plagued her.
Not long after her death did I remember of the letter she kept in her jewelry box that she snatched away from me when i would touch it, but on this day i would finally open it up. My hands trembled as they open the box to reveal the old, slightly ripped paper that i took in between my fingers. I opened the paper to find no writing except that of a location in the town that was just up ahead. My mind went blank until I realized that I was already in front of an old, run down cabin. I banged on the door only for it to slowly open as I shouted," Hello...," while it echoed through what sounded like an empty house. Several seconds past before I heard a man breathing against my head only to make me shiver in terror before he vocalized in a deep voice," What are you doing in my cabin!" My head slowly turned in fear until I visualized the big, old man in my head. The only instincts I had were to get small in fear until the man gently greeted me and shut the door.

I couldn't remember much of the cabin, but it had a sense of remembrance as if I had been here before. The man sat down next to me and told me his bloody name, Roger Chillingworth, but before I could tell him mine he noticed the slip of paper I had in my hand. He snatched the paper away from me only to get a smirk of disgust on his face as he ripped the paper. Before i could move a muscle he stuttered," P-P-Pearl?" And I could only sit there and nod my head in shock that he knew who i was. My eyes shut and my muscles tensed up as he pleaded his story of who he really was even though he never gave me his true name. He told me of his relation to my mother an his primary reasoning of his new identity to torture Dimmesdale, who he later revealed to be my father. My eyes filled with fear an disgust as tears dropped to the floor with my only action to cry out,"...You devil!!... You monster!... The devil has taken you over and made you his play doll only to let you suffer and now God can't even save your poor soul!" I could barley get up and run for the door as fast as i could, but with one mighty grab he pulled me back leaving me fallen on the ground only to hope for death. I shut my eyes, praying to God, waiting for the worst to come until I heard a loud thump as if something fell to the floor. I opened my eyes and didn't know how to approach what i heard, a fallen Chillingworth.
I slowly walked towards him only for the creak of the wood to fill the house before what seemed to be a lifeless man. My knees trembled when i bent down to listen for a breath, but all i could remember was the fierce force of his hand push me away from him. He stood up only to make me notice his deathly, black eyes with a face of an evil man. Years flowed down my face before i realized he was standing in front of me only to mutter in what sounded like a demon," I destroyed your mother's life... It is time to destroy yours!" My heart fell as I grabbed the only source of safety I could reach, a pointed iron rod for his fires. I grasped what was now my only weapon in my hand only to blank out of reality. My eyes revealed color again to only realize a big figure in the ground spewing with blood. Chillingworth layer on the floor dead, with the iron rod sticking out of his side. My tears stopped, my eyes opened in relief, and my soul felt as if a ton of bricks had been lifted off of it. My mind felt as if an angel touched it, and that my dull life could be filled with life again. I slowly walked out the door as I noticed, what looked to have been the ripped up piece of paper, a newly folded piece of paper. I unfolded the paper slowly in surprise as i read what it said," Now that my soul is in rest, you may come out of my shadow and live."
The words lingered in my head for awhile knowing that these words somehow were from an angel, my mother. I can do as she ask, and I will finally live my life.