Moving back to Forks Washington wasn't supposed to ever happen. Dealing with my child hood friends Bella and Jacob weren't on my list either.
I am supposed to pretend life is normal, but how can I? Especially knowing the truth behind our quiet littl...
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I often wondered what it would be like to die.....
To be free again.
They say we should be so lucky to get the experience to be alive, but what comes with it? All I have ever received is the pain it has to offer. I'm not one to sit around and complain about life, but I will not put on a fake smile like it has given me everything to look forward to.
If anything. It gave me every reason to end it and take away the pain. Life just feels like chains, ones that will never break until you leave this world. Stuck in a wheel that society has placed you on. And if you don't find a way off....you never will.
I lost so much, I cried just as much. Even when I try to change....nothing does. All I'm doing is repeating the same cycle. One I send a never heard prayer for it to end. Eventually it sends my body and mind numb.
Even with magic, and being what I am, I am still a victim in the game of life.
My mother fell victim to it, and her own magic.
All to protect a life, my life.
It is the only reason I still stand. My mother sacrificed her own life, so that I could see another sunrise. If I ever leave this world on my own, her fight would be for nothing. I refuse to let that happen.
No matter how much I want to end my own suffering, I can't let that be.
I never will.
Though every day I wish the opposite
Loosing her has taught me a lot.
As witches, we are given such power and abilities, yet the pain attached will force you to walk alone. To see many you love die, to know that even great power like your own can't save them. That memory burns a place inside your mind—a permanent mark.
To think my mind would be my only enemy, yet my magic sits on the same throne—staring down at me.
They remind me of the weakness I have, and the hold on my soul that they both have.
Both know that I will never yield to death because of my mother. Though I will always walk this earth alone, and not a soul will change that for me.
No one.....
Not even the strange person who has bought me comfort in passing dreams. He comes and he goes but when he stays, we always have small conversations.
They are random, yet they are the only joy I have. Five minutes in my dreams, is better than being awake for that long.
He always has a story, as if he's been alive for decades. Yet I never mind.
I find it funny that I never ask him his name, but dreams are things you can't always control.
I told him how I would be going to live back with my father soon. I explained how hugging cactuses would be more of a joy. He only laughed, and for a moment I almost laughed a little to.
After that day, I haven't dreamed of him, or any of our conversations.
It would be nice to hear one of his stories.
Months have passed since our last dream, and tomorrow I go back home.
The place my mother took her last breath, where it all began and ended for the line of witches and the coven of Bishop. All of them dead or had disappeared from the fear of staying.
No witch was heard of in Forks, but little do they know, that is all about change when I return....
The death of witches from the coven of Bishop. It was not done from humans alone.
As I knew since I was a little girl, witches aren't the only things that lurk through the woods of,
Forks Washington....
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