The end of the candle

Chapter 1: A terribly awful plan.

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--------------------Mirabel's pov:------------------------

I couldn't take it anymore. The words swirled in my head, mixing with the loud music coming from Antonio's room making the thoughts sound like sick lyrics.

"A little sisterly advice, if you weren't trying too hard, you wouldn't be in the way" Isabela had said. She was right. Of course she was.

"Surrounded by the exceptional, it was easy to feel un-exeptional" Papi had said. He had lumped me in with the un-exeptional group which hurt, but it's not like I hadn't been told this many a times before.

"The best way for you to help is to step aside" Mom had said. She meant well of course but like Papi's statement, it still hurt.

I took a deep breath as I tried to hold in the tears as I walked through the dark house. My footsteps were the only noise to accompany me besides the booming music, my thoughts, and my muffled sniffles. Two older women stood in the way of my path to my room. I lowered my head but even without looking at them I could feel their glares on me, and it didn't take Dolores's hearing to hear what they were saying about me.

"Isn't she the one without powers" One whispered.

"Yeah, I heard that her family had tried to cover up her being un-talented but it didn't work. I even heard her grandmother apologizing to people for her ruining their night when it happened." I felt a jolt of pain shoot through my heart as I held back another sob.

I hurried my pace, getting far enough away that the women's voice wouldn't travel anymore. I walked into my room, the tears gushing out as soon as closed the door. The warmth spread throughout my face as the salty tears rolled down my cheeks in waves. I kept my voice quiet as I shoved my hand over my mouth, no matter how little everyone else seemed to like me Antonio still seemed to care for me. For now. I didn't want to ruin Antonio's special day so I kept my sobs quiet to stop Dolores from hearing me.

As sobs racked my body I felt Casita try and comfort me by tapping my back lightly with the door. I gently pushed Casita away as I calmed myself. I took a shaky breath as I walked forwards, sitting on the bed as it creaked underneath me. My eyes burned with tears as I stared blankly at the nightstand. On the top of said nightstand was something I had been sewing.

It was a white cloth, on it I had sewn everyone together, like the photo they were taking earlier but this time I was in it, snuggled in between Luisa and Camilo as we all smiled for the fake camera that was never there. I felt another sob try and claw it's way out of my throat but I held it down. I stood up, grabbing the small piece of cloth that had a smiling dream that would never come true. This time I couldn't stop the few tears that rolled down. As I stared at the sewn image I saw a strand of string that wasn't in place near Antonio's hand. I quickly went into the drawer and took out the sissors, snipping the incorrect thread with a small rage. I watched as the string seemed to fall away from the cloth, coming loose and falling to the ground limply. In some sick twisted way it reminded me of myself. My lip quivered as I shoved the piece of cloth into the drawer with the sissors.

With that I was left by myself, nothing to distract me from my thoughts. I turned and sat back on the bed limply. My body felt heavy from the weight of my feelings as I slowly laid down. I felt Casita wrap the blanket around me. I turned and stared at the wall as memories started to play in my head.

As I laid down I remembered a time when life was easy, when barely any of the family had powers, a time when Abuela still loved me. During these times I'd get to talk to Camilo everyday since we stayed in the same room. Even when he got his own room he'd invite me in secret. That was until we got yelled at by Abuela. Suddenly he seemed to become to busy for me. To busy helping out the town with their small problems. Dolores and I were never too close either so I guess that was never really an option.

Isabella was a lot nicer too, always letting me run around with her vines and flowers being a way to stop me from falling, but as soon as that cursed day came around she was no longer nice, her perfect life not being able to support a non-perfect aspect.

Luisa also became busy, suddenly everyone wanted her help. I was left to the side as she ran around lifting churches, herding animals and so on.

Tia and Tio were like Dolores, we were never the closest to begin with.Though I always wished to tell Tia that I always loved it when she made it rain. It was comforting in a way.

I sighed as I turned over in bed, now facing the side with the window.

All this got me to thinking about that one strand of string. In an odd way it was almost a perfect representation of me. Not needed and definitely not wanted as it ruined such a lovely photo. I wasn't needed and it sure didn't feel like I was wanted. My mind slowly came to a conclusion.

Maybe it would be better if I wasn't in the photo to begin with. Maybe... the real family would be better without me.

I'm not sure how long I laid limply, allowing my body to relax from the strain of the memories as each one struck a deep pain within me though my eyes were dry, I had cried to many tears and now I didn't even have the ability to cry.

I waited as the moon rose higher in the air and soon the music died down. I listened as people's feet seemed to shuffle and doors shut.

During this time I became more and more convinced that I really shouldn't belong. Maybe the reason I hadn't been given a gift was because I was never meant to be here in the first place. A plan started formulating in my head. A terribly awful plan, one that resulted in me giving the family what they wanted but maybe...maybe it was for the better. I pushed myself out of bed, my feet meeting the cold floor and it tickled my feet with a new sensation tickling up my legs. I ignored it as I left my room, silently closing the door behind me.

I needed to clear my head. I needed to find something to convince me that I shouldn't go through with my terribly awful plan. I walked around the silent house, being led by the glowing doors as I walked towards the stairs. I walked down the stairs, making sure to be careful to not make any noises. That was until the house started shaking. My eyes widened as I held onto the banister of the stairs. I watched as cracks spread all throughout the Casita. Tiles fell from the roof as Casita shook the window covers, the doors making small slamming noises as they flew back and fourth.

I turned around to see the candle flickering, the crack seemed to be spreading from underneath the candle. I watched as the crack grew and grew until it was in front of me. My knuckles turned white as I held onto the banister tighter but I didn't expect for the crack to stop just in front of me. The shaking stopped as the crack just stopped in front of me, almost pointing and I'm sure if this crack had a human form it would be glaring angrily at me. I stared at the crack as it slowly mended itself together, closing back up until the place where it started closed as well. Leaving Casita as if nothing ever happened.

This was it. This was the nail in the coffin. I was going to go through my plan and leave the mortal world forever tomorrow night.