It's always the darkest before the dawn | Agatha All Along

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

Well, since they are stuck inside a closet for god knows how long, Cordelia finally decides to try to remember the memories or whatever flashed through her mind when her head hit the ground earlier. Now that she's trying to recall what she saw, it's fuzzy, and it's like the memories are locked away from her.

Cordelia knows that if she tries to force herself to remember the hazy memories, it will only hurt, so she closes her eyes, breathes in, and then exhales. Maybe if she's patient—something she's not exactly good at—the memories will appear.

Cordelia can feel herself starting to calm down, and she just now realizes she has crusted blood on her face from the cut on her eyebrow that healed up while they were sitting on the couch being interrogated by "Detective Agatha." Cordelia can't help but cringe when she remembers the cut; she's thankful that she heals quickly because, as cool as it would have been to have an eye scar, it would have been a pain if it healed naturally.

As Cordelia's breathing finally starts to even out, her magic starts to spread out in the small closet and then beyond that. She starts to sense her best friend's heartbeat, and then Agatha's. It's Agatha's heartbeat that calms her down further; it feels familiar to her.

Cordelia is so relaxed, from the sound of the heartbeat and the sense of calmness and safety the heartbeat invokes, that instead of seeing flashes of hazy memories, she ends up falling asleep to the familiar sound of a heartbeat.

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Cordelia is startled awake by a hard push on her shoulder. She turned her head to look and saw that it was her best friend bumping her shoulder with his.

"How long was I asleep?" Cordelia asks while rubbing her eyes on her shoulder, trying to get the sleep out of her eyes.

"For a few hours." The dark-haired boy said while sliding his body towards the door. "I think it's morning now, and a little bit ago I heard a loud screech."

"From Agatha?" Cordelia asks; she can sense Agatha somewhere outside the house, and she begins to crack her back. It wasn't exactly comfortable sleeping inside a closet.

"Who else could it have been from?" The dark-haired boy responded with a grimace on his face. The dark-haired teenager hated when Cordelia started cracking her back, nuckles, or, hell, sometimes she even cracks her elbows; he's beginning to think she does it intentionally because she knows he hates the sound it makes.

While Cordelia is cracking her back, she has a thought, "Do you think she's out of the spell now?"

The dark-haired boy turns his head to look at Cordelia. "Maybe? Should we start banging on the door to try and get her attention?"

"It wouldn't hurt to try," Cordelia shrugs. She can sense that Agatha has walked back inside the house, and once she tells her best friend this, the two teens start bumping their shoulders loudly on the closet door, and when that doesn't work, they start bumping into the walls.

It appears the two teens finally caught Agatha's attention when they both could hear footsteps approaching the closet door. Cordelia was excited as hell to finally get out of this closet; she didn't think she ever sat still for this long before.

The two teens look at Agatha once she opens the door with a look of complete bafflement on her face, and she is holding a wooden spoon for some reason. Cordelia starts side-eyeing the wooden spoon, because, like, what was that going to do?

"So that arrest was maybe more of a kidnapping," Agatha said while waving the wooden spoon around. "But if you're real and not a figment of my imprisoned mind," Agatha said with a look of growing concern appearing on her face. "Then that means."