𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 - 𝐄 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗

𝐗𝐈

𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕

(the cursed witch, act two)

OUT OF THE ELEVEN DAYS SHE HAD TO PREPARE, SHE HAD THREE LEFT.

Nina was numb as she sat in the driver's seat of her Mercedes that was parked on the side of the road, her eyes staring distantly at the house in front of her.

She was alone for the first time in days. Bella and Jacob were going for a walk, after much convincing on Nina's part that she would be okay. Paul, Quil and Embry were all at school. Jared, who she had only hung around a few times, since he had been turned into a wolf much before the rest, wasn't as close and didn't stay near the witch. Then there were Sam and Emily. Nina had convinced them to go on a date, insisting they needed couple time.

"Are you sure?" A voice asked from beside her.

She flinched and looked to her right.

Edward, although he was ghostly and hardly visible, sat beside her.

Nina sighed, her eyes diverting from the house to stare at him. "Someone needs to do it," She muttered, feeling crazy for conversing with him.

Rain poured heavily on the windshield. The house was hardly visible now.

She watched him. She watched the way his body flickered.

"Don't do anything stupid," He muttered in a worried tone before he disappeared.

It didn't hurt this time—watching him leave. Nina had already returned to her numb shell. She didn't feel anything, or rather, she didn't let herself feel anything.

Her eyes drifted back to the partially visible house.

She took in a deep breath before opening the door and walking out into the rain. As she walked up the driveway, her finger trailed along the familiar dark grey Cadillac's side. She clenched her jaw as she walked further, forcing her legs to walk up the steps. Blinking the rain out of her eyes, she unlocked the door, picking up the pile of mail as she did so.

A strong, pungent smell filled her nose when she walked inside, making her face scrunch. She forced her feet to take her further inside, walking into the kitchen to see the sink still full of dirty dishes. It was clear where the scent was coming from.

Setting the pile of mail on the countertop, she turned her head slowly to glance at the empty kitchen table. The two chairs seemed to mock her.

Her lips fell into a prominent frown as she tore her eyes away from the chairs and walked into the living room.

There were DVDs still laid out on the coffee table. Pinnochio, Alice in Wonderland and Robin Hood. All being the movies they had watched during their last movie night. Her eyes moved to the couch. The blanket that was usually folded neatly and draped over the back of the couch was laid haphazardly along the cushion, as though it were being used moments ago.