The Rites And Bewitchments Of Bella Swan

When The Night Speaks

So, last night was incredible. The things I can do to myself in the moonlight, naked and free, with no guilt or shame or someone looking down upon you for satisfying your needs.

I'd returned to bed, neither mom nor Phil aware of what had happened. I slept so peacefully.

Then, the night spoke to me...

The day will come when we can be as we are, without shame or guilt. The society of man and the chains they placed around our ankles, wrists and necks were heavy, but now we have fashioned the keys to our freedoms. From the way we dressed to how we were educated, from our domestic servitude to our very bodies we were told how to be, what to do, how to think (if at all) and how to dress.

Those days still exist for some, and though we never saw the benefits of those advances you now enjoy, we labored in our days and nights to make certain those days are long gone for you. You have the power, a voice, the freedom and the chance to make a choice.

Take wand in hand, wield the power of intention and potential, and know no burdens, pain or harm.

I heard those words in a dream, they were loud, spoken slowly and dramatically as if to make sure they were both heard and understood. To be honest, I've forgotten pretty much the whole thing, but its intent still resonates in my mind – this power is mine.

I'm just barely beginning to understand it...

...but...

...maybe...

I looked at my night stand. There was the amethyst wand. I shook the sleep from my head, remembered the events of Devon's gun pointed at my face and his psycho declaration of love, and realized There's No School For The Rest Of The Week.

I am a free woman until the next school week starts.

The clock on the wall read 8:30 AM. A late start, but a well rested late start.

I smiled, lightly grabbed the wand, pointed it at my bedroom door, and considered the power of unspoken intention, but added the slight flick of the hand and wrist just in case.

The door shut slowly, softly.

Holy Crow!

I flicked the wand gently at the door. It locked.

For a moment, I fell back in my bed, stretched under the blanket, and placed the wand back on the night stand.

I shouldn't waste the day. After all, some nut did point a gun at me.

I sprung from the bed, let the clothes fall from my body in a pile, and stepped into my connected bathroom where fresh clothes waited for me.

Okay, so yeah, Devon did pull a gun on me, did do his stupid little love confession in the most violent and creepy manner ever, and yes I should be suffering from trauma and anxiety and all of that, but somehow the voice in the night had stolen all that from me, and I graciously thanked the robber for taking my burdens and pains and leaving behind a better person.