❛my reputation's never been worse so, he must like me for me❜
⫍𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 '𝘷𝘢𝘭 '𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯 was born to fulfill the legacy of her coven: to be the strongest witch alive. after a tragedy, she finds herself in beacons hills, discovering the de...
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⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼○•∙chapter four ☪︎
❛new friends.❜
Val officially decided that highschool was similar enough to the movies. It was day two, and she had no one yet to call her friend. Scott didn't really count, they had brief conversations, but she still didn't feel secure. She knew something was up with him. Regardless, her lack of friends wasn't pressing. After all, she had spent the last two years of her life utterly alone. Having no friends was a custom to the witch. But, having friends would be nice, she thought. However, her mind was filled with other concerns.
The new girl wandered the halls aimlessly and put on her headphones. Music was an escape for her, a way to drown out the noise. Memories flooded her brain like an ebb and flow, coming and going in waves of anguish and grief. Sometimes, it was like the screams from the Harvest weren't just memories, but real. They were so deafening that it filled her ears and shot a jolt of pain down her body, making her light-headed and weak in the knees. She remembered once it happened with Maryse, and she passed out for an entire day. As depressing as it was, she was grateful. Neverending darkness was better than the visions replaying in her mind like a broken record, the sounds scratching her mind like claws. It was the only release she had.
The buzzing returned. "It was you."
Val winced at the words, scrunching up her face in instinct. She increased the volume of her music and pushed the doors of the school with an extra force that made them slam against the walls. She needed fresh air.
She picked up the pace and advanced to the nearest bench, resting her weight in her hands placed on her thighs. The girl's chest rose and fell with the increasing speed of her short breaths. The knuckles on her hands turned to turn white. This feeling was all too familiar.
Panic attack. They happened out of nowhere, most of the time. Random punishments for her actions, she explained them as. There wasn't one time when she didn't think that she deserved the feeling of the world closing in on her, suffocating her. It was her punishment that she deserved.
Val pursed her lips into a shaky 'o' and released a slow of unsteady air. Her eyelids fluttered and begged to stay open. Her feet pressed down against the soles of her shoes.
