Writing Inktober 2021

*Day Thirty- Slither

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Besides visiting John a few weeks ago, being forced into school, and going to the funeral I have spent my time at home thinking over what all happened. This terrible thing has changed me forever. I can't get it out of my head.

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We all decided to meet up again. The funeral was almost a week ago now. I personally am still worried about the twin. We meet in the grounds surrounding one of the SSDOVS buildings. When I get there, I see Makena sitting in the grass playing with a few blades, and Farley near her, lost in thought. I set up the blanket I brought for myself, sense we are now in the 'wet' season, and wait. Sam and Keith come next, both loaded with blankets. After a few more minutes Kala, Zeke, and the twin come, completely our group. Kala is helping push Zeke, while he used his hand and arm to roll the wheelchair, and is supporting the twin. Farley and I rush over to help. I start supporting the twin, while Farley takes over pushing Zeke, and Kala gives a sigh of relief.

We talk and rehash all that has happened. The twin seems to be doing better. I think the funeral has brought closure, but I don't know if she will ever be the same. After discussing for a few hours, we can't come to be fully mad or fully forgive Natalie and Agatha. We all can acknowledge that it was an accident, but it still hurts so much.

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I spend weeks thinking about what I should do, what I have done, and at this point, if magic is good at all. The odd this is, ever since I started questioning all of this, when I do try magic- it is weaker. It is the strangest thing. I don't understand it one bit. I think I should ponder more, but will that make my magic disappear? Is that even a bad thing? No, it is time to get to the end of this.

I feel inside myself. Into my mind, where a mini me lives with drapes, a small round table, and a crystal ball. It is like the room in the school (Day 19). There is someone at the door. They knock. I feel like I should open it, but if I do I know I will lose something, just not sure what. The truth is more important, I decide. I go by the door and freeze. 

That's it! I declare to myself (mentally) This magic in me. It can't be good. It just cannot. I am done. I go back to my table for a bit, but find that already my mind space is changing. I exit my mind space. I will come back to that door eventually.

I need to find where these powers come from. I spend a few days thinking it over and come to a scary conclusion. This is from Satan. He had slithered into me. And that is not good. I remember that some people, who have followed the same path as my family, have worshipped Satan, but I have never really thought about it. I don't want this magic anymore. I want the Good. I want to leave this slithering serpent and find the truth, the right truth.

I quickly make sure that I am secluded and my family won't disturb me. I reenter my mind and go by that door. After a minute I hear a knock. Before the knocker can knock again I open the door.

"Please come in. Please help me." I say.

I am engulfed in a hug and the next thing I know is that I am out of my mind space. It is strange. I can feel that my magic is gone and that I won't be able to go back into it. I am at total peace with that though. I am just at peace. I can even still feel that hug. A smile graces my face and I am just so happy.

I need to tell my family. I have put it off for a few days now, but someone or something is telling me I need to. I ask Mom if I can have a family meeting with at least Grandma Wanda, Aunt Glinda, or Aunt Hecate. Mom imminently agrees. I can tell she thinks I advanced in magic. This is going to be hard.

It ended up being both aunts, Grandma Wanda, Dad, Blair, and Mom. I take a deep breath and calm myself. The peace from the other day comes back.

"Okay. I have an announcement, but you are not going to like it." I warn them.

"Dear, whatever the struggle is, we will help you through it, like that Halloween." Grandma Wanda says.

"Please, just think it through and keep an open mind. Please!" I beg.

They all nod.

"I am done with magic. I have left it and will never return to it." I tell them. "I don't think I could even if I wanted to anyways. I am a new person, and I will no longer follow this path the family has walked in for so long. All this magic we have had was from Satan. And I know he will try to slither into someone else at some point; I hope to fight against that. This is who I am now, family."