Split

Chapter 12: Better

Ariana sat it the cream white living room of her house, awaiting the arrival of her father. Her father came into the room accompanied by the seer who helped her 'get put back together'.

"What's Mother Russia doing here?" Ariana scoffed.

Her father sighed. "I'm not a big fan either," the redhead said.

"Mother Russia's name is Anastasia. She's going to help you work through your issues, honey." He explained.

"What issues?" Ariana asked, her eyes glowing a bright shade of blue. Her father tilted his head at her.

"Those issues. How aren't you in a psychiatric hospital yet?" Anastasia asked. Ariana rolled her eyes and sat back down on the couch.

"Your eyes are really blue," Ariana said shrugging.

"That's rich coming from the literal Ice Queen," Anastasia snarked. William gave her an annoyed stare and Anastasia sighed angrily. She stared back at Ariana and smiled at her.

"Let me help you. I promise you won't regret it."

A while later, they were outside and placed beside Ariana was a set of white plates. Ariana crouched down and observed them, giving a look at Anastasia. "How are these supposed to help me with my issues?" she asked, putting emphasis on the word "issues".

Anastasia glared at her, smirking. "Just try it. Levitate the plate and smash it against the building," she said gesturing towards Ariana's house. Ariana shrugged and mumbled the spell. She levitated the plate and levitated it towards the house, smashing it. She looked at Anastasia.

"I don't feel any different." She said.

Anastasia sighed and quickly thought of an idea. "Quick. Think of something or someone who brings you anger. Think of the last person you want here. Picture them as that house you're throwing these at," she said. Ariana searched her mind and all she could see was her father. She couldn't help but already feel her anger coursing through her. She could already feel her eyes' blue glow surface across her face. She levitated the plate and looked at the building.

"Ahhh!" She shouted and practically threw the plate to the building. Unsatisfied, she began repeatedly levitating all the plates restlessly to the building as Anastasia watched in amazement until all the plates had finished.  Ariana took a deep breath and couldn't help but smile. "That actually helped!" She said excitedly.

"You never even had to say a spell," Anastasia said, still with amazement. Ariana looked at her hands and noticed that they weren't filled with blue flames. She hugged Anastasia and smiled at her.

"Thank you." She said. Anastasia smiled and hugged her back. "Maybe we can be friends," she said.

"Maybe," Anastasia shrugged. "If you really want an outlet for anger, try meditation. It helps."

Ariana sat in a room much like the room the seers had gathered in when she needed their help. She sat cross-legged on a blue mat resting her hands on her knees. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and found herself in the centre of a well lit room.

"Hello?" She called, waiting for a response – one she realized she wasn't going to get. "I was meditating. Why am I here – wherever here is."

"You are here to discover something that has been hidden from you. There's something your ancestors would like you to find out," Anastasia's voice roamed.

"Anastasia? Why are you even–" she went on but got cut off in her speech by the appearance of an image in front of her. It was a continuation of the memory of her mother's death. "I guess I'll watch then," Ariana said and shrugged.

Instead of seeing her killing her mother, Ariana saw her father chanting some type of spell gently placing his palm on the head of her younger self . "A spell of illusion," she mumbled.

"So what, you're going to make her believe she killed her own mother?" Ariana's mother asked, tears streaming down her eyes.

"It'd be better for her – for both of them if you were presumed to be dead, my love," her father said and Ariana couldn't help but feel disgusted by his words.

"Alright, that's enough," Ariana impatiently said, tired of seeing her not-so-dead weeping mother. She was however still in the room. "I said it's enough, Anastasia!" She houled and immediately got returned to reality. Barely taking time to question why Anastasia was there, Ariana raced towards her father's study, anger written all over her face.

"She isn't dead is she?" Ariana asked.

"Who are you talking about, honey?" Her father asked, completely clueless about what she was talking about.

"Don't call me that. I know what you did to mom," she said.

"Calm down, I just sent her to a place with people she could get behind. She'd thank me if she were here." Her father shrugged, feeling no ounce of guilt.

"You made your child think she killed her own mother. What type of heathen does that? Did you kill her? Is that where she is? Heaven?" Ariana asked, her eyes slightly watering. She could feel the anger emerge within her but tried her best to control herself.

"No, Ariana. I'd never kill her. She is the love of my life!" He shouted. Ariana shook her head at him and couldn't help but pity her father. "Are you gonna kill me?" He quietly asked.

"And prove to you that I actually am a parent killer – no," Ariana said, quite annoyed at her father's question. Her father sighed in relief and quickly spoke up again.

"You don't want her to be alive, do you? You're scared of her, aren't you? I mean I don't blame you. She can be a little psycho," her father said and couldn't help but smirk at his alarmed daughter. Ariana glared at him in shock and shook her head, chuckling. "Of course you're afraid. She is the woman who made the spell that split you – a spell that has never been performed by any witch." He could feel himself angering her but couldn't help it.

"Shut up!" Ariana shouted, her eyes momentarily showing a blue shade. She sighed and thought of an idea. "You know what, William? I'm going to imprison you in a containment spell forever and you will be stripped of your magic as punishment for the sins you have committed against your family," Ariana said.

Before, he could try to defend himself, Ariana had already knocked him out. As he woke, he found himself in a circle of salt. He tried getting out of the circle but got stopped by an invisible forcefield. He bowed his head down and sighed. "Great." He muttered. "Maybe I shouldn't have led her to believe she killed her own mother," he said to himself.

"You think?" Another voice said to him. He looked where the voice was coming from and saw Anastasia slouching against a wall, smirking at the man. He sighed in annoyance.