My Witch of an Aunt (Emily's Original)

Chapter 23: Sally's View

I wake up in a dark room, I had another dream. I roll over to cuddle into Max's side then realize he's not there. I bolt up then remember what happened. I'm alone. I light the candles in the bedroom and sit back down. I'm so lonely. I look at my phone, five text messages. Four from Max, one from Lexi. I open Lexi's first:

L: Sally, please come back. You're in more danger than you think.

I sigh and open Max's:

M: Sally?

Sally, please answer.

Sally, you're in serious danger, you could die. Please.

I love you, please come home.

My vision blurs with tears and I blink them away. "I love you too," I whisper. Home. The word echoes through my head. Do I even have a home? I don't belong in Max's house, I have never felt like I belonged at my old house. I don't have a home. I probably never will. I put my phone down and walk to the kitchen. I check every cupboard and drawer. Nothing. Should've guessed. I mean Max forced me to eat yesterday when his family was helping me move. Maybe this is a good thing. I grab at my sweatshirt. I need to lose weight. As I leave the kitchen a wave of nausea passes over me. I lean on the counter for support and put a hand on my stomach. Am I going to-? I don't even get to finish my thought before I double over and start throwing up blood. I keep coughing and more blood comes out. By the time I'm done I'm staring at at least 2-liters of my blood. I collapse to the floor as I stare at my blood turn from blue to red. A-am I dying? I wasn't hit by a spell that could kill me. I'm way too young to die of old age so... what is happening? I force myself to stand shaking. I push off the counter and stumble on the lone couch in the corner of the room. I stare up at the ceiling. What has my life come to? I mean a year ago I was still fighting with depression and anorexia but... my mom was normal. At least the old normal. I was still being bullied but I had Bre and Addie. And Max too, even though we were not as close as we are now. Pretty sure that's the one good thing that has happen to me. Well, that and meeting Lexi. But- If only I hadn't touched the fucking Quiji board. I wouldn't have known what I am, I wouldn't be possessed. Max would've still confessed. I wouldn't have met Lexi but Addie wouldn't have tried to kill me. My mom wouldn't have killed herself. I wouldn't be a bother for Max's parents. I lift my finger and twirl it around, creating a flame. I gently control it as I continue thinking. A sudden bell breaks my concentration causing the flame to go out. I summon my phone and open it. Another text from Max:

M: Sally please, please answer. It's worse

Then we thought!

S: It's always worse. Isn't it?

M: Sally! You need to come home!

S: I'm just going to hurt you.

M: Skylee is almost ready to take your

Body over completely! You'll die!

S: ...

I'd rather die alone than hurt my friends.

GTG now, bye. I love you.

I put the phone down and sigh. I recreate the flame and continue controlling it. The reality of my situation begins to sink in...

I will never see the people I love again.