Sorry For Existing

Questions And Witch Hunts

Hello, everyone! Hope you all are doing well! I wanted to upload this chapter on Halloween but I spent it cleaning the house.

Also, I was exhausted, and a bit TMI, due to an undiagnosed PCOS (Polycystic Ovary Syndrome) I hadn't had a period for 289 days and during October it suddenly came and I bled for 20 days and that exhausted me. And Halloween was the first day without a period and I decided to clean the house.

After that, my mental health became a struggle and between my everyday routine and evening school, I grew more tired as the weeks went on. But today, I found some spec of strength and I did some things such as study to catch up on some subjects that I started having gaps in, tidy up my wardrobe and re-read and corrected this chapter and the following ones.

Thus, I'm uploading!

With this chapter, I suggest listening to Conan Grey - Family Line, Yiannis Was A Serbezis - Bana of Eastern Romilia Greek folk music, Tromeros Kotsiras - Greek Pontic song, Kyr Vorias - Heriotikos Trampanistos From the Black Sea and Eastern Thrace, Znariatikos Trampanistos - From Romilia, Zonaradikos - From Thrace (7:43 mins version), Margoudi - Folk Greek Thracian Song (the 3 mins version. When I wrote this I had written it while listening the Greek/Bulgarian version but YouTube brought it down so I added the original Greek version of the song).

BEWARE THERE ARE TALKS ABOUT BOMBINGS, WORLD WAR 3 AND DEATHS READ IT AT YOUR OWN ACCORD!

Enjoy!!!

The next day she got up and saw that Stefan was waiting for her.

"Are we going to talk about the party?" He asked as they drove to school and Elena fought to eye roll.

"What is there to talk about? I went party hopping and forgot to text you all, end of story." Elena said unsure of what Stefan wanted to hear.

"What about the music?"

"I don't know where the DJ found his playlists, Stefan." Elena said shrugging and eyeing him in an annoyed manner.

"But you knew the DJ." Stefan pressed.

"Stefan, I didn't know the DJ we were just dancing. Why are you like this?" Elena asked annoyed as she glared at him.

"Because the you from the party isn't you!" Stefan exclaimed suspiciously and Elena let out an annoyed growl.

"I was having fun! I wasn't always depressed you know! That me you saw at the party that was a glimpse of the old me, the me whose parents were alive." Elena answered annoyed and they had just arrived at school.

Throughout the day Elena avoided Stefan as much as she could until Stefan found her at lunch and apologized. Elena accepted it because she had no emotional strength to deal with puppy dog eyes from him. She felt something was off around her and as she turned around she saw some agitated faces that mirrored her sense of disturbance. They held her gaze and some even gave her an acknowledging nod.

Something changed.

She needed to speak to her ancestors of hers. She needed a quiet place to meditate.

Sitting inside an empty classroom she had locked with her magic she sat on top of a desk and she focused. Connecting to the ancestral plane had always been easy for her, even in her past life without being a witch she could see her dead relatives of hers. They would give her insight and warnings, she theorized that it happened because one she was born dead making the tether to the afterlife much stronger than anyone else's and two she was depressed and had this darkness around her soul always what drove her to kill herself plus she never feared death. The same darkness she felt in this life too.