✨ A Little Bit of Magic || READER X RAY || The Promised Neverland

✨ Chapter Six

"I can smell the sweet smokey aroma of Dragonspine Blackwood from a mile away. So, little girl with the Pyro affinity, why don't you face your fears first?"

Me? Was he talking to me? My whole body was quivering. I don't- I don't understand- 

"Front of the class, fire girl. C'mon." My legs moved on their own, afraid of what punishment I could receive if I stayed still. Detention? Suspension? In hindsight, maybe getting kicked out of class for a few days was just what I needed. I wouldn't have to be here. I wouldn't have to be anywhere. I could just sleep the days away and forget more and more pieces of this hellhole of a life. I didn't want to remember. I didn't want to face my fears. I don't- 

Any thoughts of rebellion or cowardice had shattered, rudely interrupted by the eerie creaking of the wooden closet doors. A single silver mirror stared back at me, my wide eyes reflecting my distraught expression. My chest was tight. My head was spinning. It's just a closet. It's just a closet. It's not real. y/n, this isn't real, please, get ahold of yourself. The only sound in the crowded classroom were my panicked breaths, growing shorter and short by the second. It was the middle of the day but the room became dark, gray clouds starting to fog around the steel chandeliers. A drop of water fell onto my hand. R- Rain? Oh, god. I blinked, and suddenly the wooden floor underneath me had become a dirty concrete sidewalk, the black asphalt of a street right by my side. I couldn't move. I couldn't pull myself up, I couldn't look around. My lungs were being squeezed of any air that they could contain. Two voices were speaking to my right. 

"Please, James. Come home. I've missed you so much."

"You know I can't do that. They'll crucify me. And I have a life here. I'm happy here." 

"Weren't you happy with me?"

"Not enough of the time. Please, brother. Please understand." 

"And if I took away that life?"

"What?"

"This stupid life you have here. Then you'll only have one left. The one with me." 

"We can talk this out, we don't have to hurt anyone. C'mon Peter, talk to me."

"T- Talk to me? You're joking right?" The man's voice turned sour, striking some chord in my chest. It- It hurt... Why did I feel so much pain? My head jerked upwards, making me grunt. The scene before me was horrifying. The rain continued to patter, dripping down my face and wetting my clothes. It was just like how I remembered. My father, with his fierce ocean blue eyes, was standing in front of my mother and I, trying to shield us from this assailant that had ambushed our daily walk to the ice cream parlor. The man waved his black wand, sending a small spark of fire towards us. Dad clenched his teeth, pulling out his own silver wand. He nullified the attack with a burst of water, a cloud of vapor the resulting product. The memory had started to blur at this point, and so did the scenery around me. Our attacker had lost his face, my mother's and father's heads starting to become a mound of flesh. My father and this person continued their useless sparks of spells, yet the air started to become denser and denser. The man grew frustrated, and so did his magic. The bouts of fire he had thrown with purpose became crazed shots of pure hatred. I knew what happened next. The lightning. My father fell to the floor, laying still and lifeless. "D- Daddy?" Little me was crying, shaking his arm. "Dad! Dad, wake up!" My mother was in a similar state, sobbing by his side. "James, please, don't go-" The man interrupted her mourning, shouting insults and accusations. "You stupid bitch! You stole my brother, you stole everything from me! You took him away! You did this, this is all your fault!" The rain started to mix with her tears, the tiny droplets of both liquids falling onto my father's cheeks. "I'll see you soon, James." She turned to the little me, still wailing loudly. Her pale fingers grazed my forehead, whispering a foreign spell. "Usodiat animeam im." And that flash of black lightning that had struck my father had fallen onto her as well. For some reason, my voice had begun to work again, and I screamed. The murderer had fallen to ashes and the world around me began to crumble away. 

Professor Yuugo was left standing behind the figure, the tip of his wand smoking from the release of a spell. His expression was wrenched up, complete regret shadowing over his face. "I- I'm so sorry." He stuttered out, rushing to my side. I could barely hear any of his words, Norman's, or Emma's. My loud cries were the only thing flooding my ears. Tears continued to drip down my cheeks, that scar of a memory freshly branded into my head. My chest was burning, so were my eyes and head. All I could think, all I could say was that "It was my fault. It was all my fault."