Tale of Winslow Library

Chapter One - The Fault

That night is something we won't forget. So cold and the storm slamming on walls and ceilings, the sound of howling wind echoed throughout the heart of the abandoned library. The sound of dripping and someone pacing back and forth what also sounded like crying. I can never forget the blood everywhere and the man full of agony and water mixing with the crimson that stuck to his face.

'' NO! NO! NO!... NO!!!!'' This short soft curly reddish browned hair boy gripping his hair and water falling from his almond shaped eyes at the site he committed.

The brown eyes kept painting his face with watercolor crimson. This boy was looming over the still warm body of the girl he once loved. Then a scruffy dirty browned boy was shocked but gathered himself and his name was Callum. Callum stood up and looked at the other boy and cautiously chimed in and has his hands raised to other boy who in a bliss of pain and hurt.

'' Hey, Oliver'' Callum said calmly as possible that he could muster up from the horror site that lays before us.

Oliver stopped his pacing and glanced over at Callum as if he met him for the first time then a roar came out of Oliver as if he some type of beast.

'' Get the fuck away from me!''

Taken back by the roar from Oliver, Callum backed up from the distraught boy as he stood over the body of Viola Rowen. I stood on the left side of Oliver, but I was taken back by the bloody mess that was once my best friend.

I was in full disbelief and anguish at the site of the steam off the warm body that laid in front of him, so I tried to think of something and fast. Then it popped in my head, but I wasn't sure if he would take it as an option but it's worth a shot. This could also buy us a chance to live as well. I mustered all the courage my body was able to make and chimed out to Oliver.

''Oliver....'' I spoke out ''What if I told you there is a way to bring Viola back-''

Callum anxiously cut me off.

'' What?! No, Willow don't suggest something that will get you killed or be hunted down by the All-Witches bounty hunters.''

Then we hear Oliver crying but almost having mental break over the events that has happen. Oliver chirped up but almost has a roar to it. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but vase of nothingness.

'' Shut up both of you!'' He looked at both of us now

''I'm not stupid, you are lying, there's no way to bring her back from the dead. I'm not a fool!'' Oliver coughing while the tears crowed his face then he started gripping his football jersey then hand brushed his hair.

" Oliver, please I'm not lying to you. I'm a witch, so I can bring her back and she will be the Viola we all know.'' I took a small breath

" But you have to drop the gun so I can come closer to you and Viola.'' I took one step towards to them, and Oliver barked out

'' Don't fucking come any closer or I'll kill him too.'' He held up the .45 acp pistol at Callum

'' WOAH! WOAH! Okay!! Ok... I won't move unless you want me to, Cool?'' I reached out to him.

His face went from pain to panic.

'' I... I didn't mean to...'' He ruffled his hair ''She wasn't supposed to be here!'' water started to claim his soft pale skin while mixing with the crimson on it.

'' It's not no one fault Oliver. We all make mistakes sometimes.'' I spoke softly

Oliver made contact with my eyes and look of defeat took over him, but a scoff came out and chimed at him.

'' Oliver? I'm starting to think we're not on the same page or same headspace?'' Another scoff left his lips, as if he felt offended at my statement.

"Not on the same page?! FUCK, we aren't even in same book nor the same FUCKING HEADSPACE! You stole her from me! Now you will pay for it!''

He raised the .45ACP pistol and aimed it at me, Callum grabbed Oliver from behind an popped his elbow an Oliver dropped the pistol as Callum took Oliver to the ground in middle of the tussle the pistol slid under a knocked over bookshelf.

I used a chain spell to detain Oliver as we tried to find a dry room to due this spell to bring Viola back. It felt so wrong to be carrying a luke-warm body in my arms, but this was my best friend or is my best friend.

'' Willow, please rethink this action. She should stay dead.'' Callum spoke softly

''I mean, what if she isn't the Viola we know and love. Or what if the spell goes wrong and you both die, what then?''

I took a minute before I answered him. I stopped in my tracks and looked back at him and spoke softly.

'' Do you remember the book i showed you, if anything where to happen to me?''

Callum nodded to me.

''There's a number to call and He will know why you called and be over here in two days tops. He's the only I truly trust when comes to magic and my soul.''

Callum walked next to me with Oliver over his shoulder and tiny sigh left lips. I started walking down the vase hallway.

''This room on the right should be fine to use.'' I huffed out to Callum.

As we entered room 207, I began to sit Viola's body on the floor and tried to set up for the stuff use and needed for the spell to work. Callum dropped Oliver in a corner and cleaned some books and bookshelves off and out of the way for my workspace. I know Callum still doesn't want me to go through with it, but I want Viola back just as bad as Oliver does.

''Can you use this or these things at all?''

Callum was holding blanket that looked like Swiss cheese, some cups that tops have been broken a bit. I looked up at the broken items and nodded in agreement.

"Those are perfect for the spell i have to use. Just sit them over by my bag that way I remember to use them.''

All my witch years I never dared to go against the rules of life nor do death revival spells on humans. I'm scared of the outcome and if it does work. how do I tell my best friend what happened to her.

As I began the revival spell the storm picked up almost like the wind was racing to get into our room this made the room change completely. I know this spell is life threating to not only to Viola but to myself as well. As this spell comes to an end the whole mood change. My fingers had turn black tent to them that was the price I paid for viola's life; I made it to the point that Viola wouldn't have any memory to the events that led to her death.

Oliver saw this power I held, and we all swore to each other not to speak about this event to each other nor to anyone else all they knew was that it was typical party were teens go and get drunk at and smoke pot and have fun that's all.