The Wailing Woman

40. The Skeletons in My Closet Pt. 2

TW: Bullying, harassment, and assault. 

Dilara went on, "Yeah, I know. But after graduating I believed I would never see them again and I promised myself I would never be that girl again. I would never be weak or pushed around like a rag doll. And for a while, I got to live the life I always wanted. The one I dreamt about every time I had to swallow my pride. 

Before I was aware of how truly awful the council was, I wanted to be a part of it because I thought I could change it and one of the ways was to become an international ambassador. I would get to travel around the world and meet other witches and warlocks, and explore more magic while improving my own. I would get the chance to speak to the council but the only time I got to speak to them was the day I received my punishment.

One day I saw one of the warlocks who used to bother me. His name was Evan Brune, he was very happy to see me again and I didn't know what he was doing in the council's office but it suddenly felt like I was back in school and the promise I made to myself..." 

Her voice becomes small. "I broked it. Days passed and I saw him more. Each time he would see me, he would tease me only this time he would touch me. I told him to not do that, I told him to stop but it got worse."

Dilara finally looks at me with burning eyes. "I told him to stop. I told him to stop more than five times. I made it clear to him that I didn't want him to touch me." She whispers, low and harsh as if I'm not believing her. "I told him. I told him. I told him to stop and when he didn't, I got so angry. All I felt were his hands—his fingers. I wanted him to stop. I could feel his adrenaline rushing, his blood flowing so I stopped it. I stopped his blood from flowing. I cut the circulation around his fingers. Suddenly, two of his fingers fell off and I would've kept going if it hadn't been for another witch who pulled him away from me."

The lights flicker rapidly for a brief moment. Dilara notices and holds her breath and exhales as she leans back into the seat. I'm surprised Dilara can stop someone's blood flow and cut a finger off. Still, Evan Brune should've died or lost his whole hand but this isn't how these stories end. I know better than that.

"And then? What happened?" I bite the inside of my cheek.

She swallowed as she answered. "His father recently became the new Parmagis of New York. He was never going to get punished...he never gets punished. The council said it was my fault for provoking him and that I should be the one to apologize to him but I didn't do it. So it was then decided I should go on a sabbatical but one of the conditions was I couldn't speak to my family until my sabbatical was over. The Priestess said it wouldn't be for too long but it's been a year since I have spoken to my family."

Although Dilara had calmed down, my heart was beating furiously. I wanted to kill all of them or at least tell them how they were going to die. Let their deaths haunt them for the rest of their waking pathetic lives.

"The Priestess?" I questioned.

Dilara responded. "She is one of the most powerful witches on the council. Her name is Helene Worth and she is known as The Priestess or as The One-Eyed Seer. She could see the future even with one eye and all of her foretellings come true. She is kind of like you. She is one of the reasons why the witches and warlocks haven't revolted again because they believe in her power."

I give her a deadpan stare. "We are not alike. She tells you your future and it sounds hopeful but I don't give people hope. And what do you mean they believe in her?"

She shakes her head, "Long ago, she predicted there would be a new world created for us. We don't know when or how it will happen but it's supposed to happen. Some say the day of the new world is getting closer."