Defying death (Agatha x Rio ) 🖤🔮

2. Whats your name?

Agatha💜:

I sat for a while. Going over the encounter over and over. I couldn't understand where the voice came from and why they told me to stop. As if a brush with death was in my future and they willed it not to be.

As the sky grew blacker and the air colder i decided it was time to turn home. Reluctantly as i shivered at the awaiting glare of my mother.

I pushed open the wooden door to our small village cottage, although you could hardly call it a cottage. It was more of a hut. Thin walls, a straw roof, a small kitchen and one bedroom. Which I slept on the floor of.

Before id even fully emerged through the door i felt a tight grip on my arm tugging me into the kitchen.

"How dare you show up at this time, where have you been all day. Would you believe my surprise when pastor richards informed me Agatha Harkness had fleed after the last hymn and off into the woods. For Eight hours. You go NOWHERE without my orders! " she screamed.

I flinched. (I should be used to it by now but i flinch anyway)

"Sorry mother" i mumbled gritting my teeth.

"You will be devil girl" she hissed.

My heart shuddered.

I spent the rest of the evening cleaning and practicing basic spells. My mother's frustration with my lack of magical control was growing.
I watched her frown at my attempts to light a candle, felt her glare as i try to make a pencil float.

"Just get out of my sight" she snapped.

But i had nowhere to go.

Our house was so small you could hear the others breathing at the other end of it.

Id never liked the sound of others breathing, it felt like being watched. It felt like clutching for the same air. It felt harsh and desperate.

My only option of exit being the room next door I took my measly blanket and lay it under the kitchen table.

I curled up like a frightened child into the small space clutching to the thin material for warmth. Begging for the ability to light a fire right about now.

I shut my eyes, thinking about the gentle voice of the girl. The hand in mine.

Morning came around too quickly.

I dragged my tired aching body off the floor and headed to the garden. The sun hadnt even risen all the way but i often got up early.

We had a small bucket suspended from the roof full of fresh water from the well. It acted as a sort of shower as we could not afford a tub to bathe in.

I stripped down out of my clothes and tipped the icy water over my body. The sharp sting of cold oddly soothing, waking me up.

Once clean i changed into my only other dress hung dry on the line. I left my mess of brown hair to dry down my back. Before going back inside to do my daily ritual of making my mother's breakfast and practicing spells before church.

I mean seriously church EVERYDAY. She was trying to torture me.

But i went. As always.