The little witch

Chapter 1

There were always whispers about what I did, what I could do.... Summon the demon, murder someone with a word, curse anybody, torment anybody for forever

I never had a real friend and I got tormented, I had a demon's eye, they said. I had been cursed by the devil, so I covered my eye with loose hair. My eye, which was black and purple, was always commented on. Visitors who don't know stare in awe. I don't like going out much in town. All I need to do is get bread from the market place so I can go home. I braced myself as I walked through the door.

I walked the dusty streets over to the crowded, noisy market. It's way harder than it sounds. The moment I enter the market the people who notice me go silent, then they avoid me. People clear me a path, even though they don't realize it, I know they're staring at me. I'm basically shunned, since I possessed something. I was sick and tired of it but nobody wants to get used to me. I go up to the bakery and ignore the baker's hateful glare, she has a dirty apron and red hair with brown eyes. I quickly bring out the two coins I was given by my father. The baker grumbles "so, that will buy you... two loaves of Bread Lisa" I nod and say "the bread won't be moldy this time?"

The baker looks away for a moment then turns head sharply to me. " I can't promise you good bread" I sighed and looked up, I knew that the mold might get us sick so I did something I did when I got that reply. I faced the wind so my hair blew out of my eyes. my covered up "evil" eye showed as the wind quickly did its job and blew through my pale golden hair, I quickly pulled my hair over it while pretending to look threatening. The baker looked at me in fear and meekly said "fine, fine" The baker handed me two loaves of bread, fear burning in her hazelnut eyes. I knew it was time to leave. I sharply turned to go home. On the way home I saw some kids laughing by the water fountain shaped like a swan. The moment they saw me they started whispering and giggling. I pretended not to notice until they threw a sharp stone. I know it wasn't me they threw it at but the whistle threw the air made me stumble. I turn my head slowly and see them pelting a few birds. Small white doves on a tree, they keep flapping and flying while getting shot down. I can feel rage swelling up in me and bubbling. Who could do such a cruel thing and hurt such innocent creatures! Now I can hear what they're saying "stupid birds!" one of the boys said. "These birds poop all day long," one of the girls snorted. Some doves fell of the tree and crippled up while others

Quickly flew away. I walk over to them then they stop laughing, they know what the rumors say, and these kids will believe the adults over me. Fear strikes them, and they don't really look away, as if I might pounce like a wild cat. I sharply say "stop throwing the rocks at those birds!" Anyone still giggling stifled themselves, pale as ghosts. I could see they weren't happy but I didn't care! They all clenched any stones they were holding as if I was the new target. "What are you gonna do little witch?" one of the boys said confidently but fear was in his eyes. He threw a rock the size of my palm to one of the smallest doves and the dove fell to the floor, with a disgusting crunch and a painful cry.

The other doves flocked away, I felt a dark, ugly thing inside of me like a raging fire, but instead of burning it bubbled up in hate. The small crippled bird on the floor was alive and weakly it chirped. I saw it and knew it would need attention "please! You don't really want to know the endless possibilities of my extent" I stop to think of something to scare them away. I extend my hand and focused on a leaf on the ground, the hate inside me burst out from my fingertips and the leaf shriveled up in a burst of flames. The kids screamed at the leaf like it was an oversized cockroach.

They ran away screaming and I looked down quickly for the little injured dove. Some people had noticed and took a few steps back whispering while eyes locked on me, some of them ran in fear but I didn't give them a second thought as I quickly rushed over to the dead fallen doves. One of the doves, the smallest, was weakly breathing and alive. It didn't try to resist when I gently picked it up. One of the kids came back with an adult and pointed to me and shouted "the cursed witch is murdering doves and setting fires!". I quickly realized what he had done, he had framed me because I had intervened. I sprinted fast with the fragile bird in my hands. It looked at me with its small Black eyes then I looked back. Nobody chased me though so I slowed my pace as I reached an old half rotted building, my home. I opened the creaky door and called out "I got the bread!" my mother came down and glanced at me, her brown hair caught in her emerald eyes. She took the bread and left without saying a word.

My father didn't seem to be home yet, so I went to my small room. The dove limped as I carefully set it down on my faded dusty bed. I know the dove needs food so I give it a few crumbs of bread. The dove devoured the bread crumbs from my hand. I was holding it as the bird ate. I stay with the bird noticing it seems fine except for its chest that was probably struck square on. I feel a deep empathy for the bird, I want the bird to heal and fly, I feel a warm spark in my fingers as the blood slowly dried and disappears. It starts flexing its wings and flaps its wings to fly and lifts up to the roof,its white feather falling to floor as the majestic bird circled, I cooed softly "come down here" The dove obeyed hesitantly. I gently cupped the dove in my hands and walked outside. I let the dove sit on my finger until the dove flew into the air and it flew, I was in awe how fast I had healed it. The dove chirped happily and flew into the sky, blending in with the fluffy white clouds. I heard sounds of angry shouting and saw a burly man and the bratty little boy. I decided I would face the woods instead of him. Obviously staying low for a bit might be good, there have been times when I almost got burned or killed because of interacting with other children in a less than friendly way. I quickly walked away. The woods were dangerous according to the village, but I'm also dangerous according to them. It's amazing seeing all of the life in the forest. The woods were dangerous enough to stir others who believed adults away from it, and nobody dared going into them, but when

You realize how harmless it is, it's the best place to get away from the cruelties of society. I walked through the enchanting path I had walked many times over. I found a nice sunny patch to lay down away from everything, the soft grass felt smooth and the air smelled fresh and clean, much better than the market. As I pondered my thoughts, I started drifting to sleep, my eyelids felt heavy so I closed them. A horrible chill came over me, I slowly opened my eyes and quickly got up in shock and horror. I wanted to dart up but I couldn't. A dark figure with sharp, gangly limbs hung from its hunched over spiked body. It had bloody red glowing eyes and a glowing mouth, with sharply angled horns jutted out, it looked like a solid shadow. A nightmare. I tried to scream but I couldn't. It spoke with a gravelly voice and deep tone. "Well well, look who it is." I tried to run but it felt like I no longer had legs or arms. The beast towered over me and brushed my hair out of the way and gazed into my cursed eye. When he touched me it felt like there were needles throughout my body. The needles wove through me as if the pain lingered as long as possible. I felt like crying but I made no noise as the demonic creature looked down at me. It looked smug, it's glowing rose-red mouth smiled as if it knew I was in pain. Then it was gone. I ran home

In tears, not bothering to cover up my eye. I ran through the streets as people saw me, instead of ignoring me or avoiding me, they shouted angrily. I didn't care, I was horrified, I stumbled and fell, My legs are still numbed. I was mud stained now. I quickly got up and tried to clear up some of the muck, adrenaline pulsing through my pumping veins. My ears were ringing, I didn't know why. There were angry people coming closer to me and I didnt know why. I didn't know anything and I didn't understand, I didn't want to! I wanted to be left alone!

The sun slowly started to set, so it was getting darker, I easily maneuvered through the dark since I could see through both eyes. The people were crying out "witch! demon!" I ran home, not daring to look back as tears flooded my eyes. I wanted to smack the angry mob. When I reached my house I stopped, I saw my dad. I quickly ran towards him in tears, "father! Help me! I don't know what's going on and I'm scared!" I was shaken and cold. I felt someone grab my head and another hold back my arms. My dad started to push back against them yelling and trying to reach me. He was pushed back farther and farther every attempt. He looked at me. His eyes were sad, " I'm sorry, Lindsay." I quickly realized what he meant, I'm finally getting dealt with. Something hit me in the back and the floor started coming closer to me until my eyes closed and heard the thump. In my last moments of consciousness I heard the demon say "you're all alone now." he cackled as I fell unconscious 

Chant with me, cliffhanger!cliffhanger!cliffhanger! Anyways...  the art displayed above is NOT mine, my loving sister made it for me