𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | "I've never had a place to call home. Now I'm starting to realize home doesn't have to be four walls, it can be people too."
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...
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𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘐𝘟𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘕
(the cursed witch, act two)
NINA SLEPT FOR THREE DAYS STRAIGHT. When she did finally wake, her body was stiff, as though she hadn't moved an inch since she hit Bella's soft mattress.
Her mind was dazed and slow; strange, colorful dreams—dreams and nightmares—swirled dizzily around the inside of her head. They were so vivid. The horrible and the heavenly, all mixed together into a bizarre jumble. There was sharp impatience and fear, both part of that frustrating dream where your feet can't move fast enough... And there were plenty of monsters, red-eyed fiends that were all the more ghastly for their genteel civility. The dream was still strong—she could even remember the names. But the strongest, clearest part of the dream was not the horror. It was the angel that was most clear.
It was hard to let him go and wake up. This dream did not want to be shoved away into the vault of dreams she refused to revisit. Nina struggled with it as her mind became more alert, focusing on reality. She couldn't remember what day of the week it was, but she was sure Bella or school or work or something was waiting for her. She inhaled deeply, wondering how to face another day.
Something touched her arm, making her eyes open slowly.
"Good. You're alive," A voice above her spoke. "I was beginning to think you were dead."
She glanced up. "Oh. Hey, Chief."
"Hey, kiddo. Are you feeling okay? Bella said you decided to stay at your place, but then you just showed up here the other day and passed out on the couch."
"I did?" Nina asked, trying to remember. She didn't remember getting to the Swan home, nevermind falling asleep on the couch. She didn't even remember staying at her own home.
"Yeah... Are you alright?"
She nodded slowly, sitting up as she rubbed her forehead. "Yeah. Just some crazy dreams, I guess. Is, uh, is Bella home?"
"She's at school right now."
"Oh. What day is it?"
"Friday..." When she kept staring at him, he continued. "The 21st of March..."
"Right," Nina muttered. "When will school be over?"
"Not for a few hours. Hey, did you hear about where your new history teacher went? He disappeared last week and hasn't been back since."
The witch shrugged. Then, as her mind cleared, her eyes widened a fraction. Mr. Erikson... Dad...
"I, um, I'm gonna head out for a bit, Chief. I've gotta take a walk and get some fresh air."
