Hiding (A Florence + The Machine FanFiction)

Dog Days Are Over

Florence's P.O.V.

From a very young age I was told to live by my own rules, my own standards. My mother was a big supporter of me living my life the way I wanted to live it. So I was, and so was my whole family. They loved me for who I was and what I was. For my family was, for a lack of a better term, magical. I was a witch and so was my mother, along with my sister Gracie. My brother, JJ, and my father, were both warlocks and we lived together as a family for a while.

I grew up in a small tiny town in London. It was simple and quaint. I enjoyed living with my family. We had wanted to have a quiet life, but that was difficult for me. I was just too good of a natural witch.  I tried to keep it under control, and yet I was always making something blow up. The most prominent occasion was during JJ's 5th birthday. I had made the cake explode. It wasn't my fault exactly, Gracie was just making me angry and well, I sort-of took it out on the poor cake.

But still, magic played a big role in my life back then, not so much later.  Every once in a while, I would make a few potions, along with a charm or two to sell, but I never cast spells or made people fall in love with me. It was all to risky. If someone or something found a witch doing magic, the witch was slaughtered immediately . If some one or something accused you of doing magic you were put on trial. If you were found guilty, you were burned at the stake. When these laws fell into place, I stopped using my magic . It seemed to much; it wasn't worth my life. Sadly, when I gave magic up, that was the time I needed it most. Now I'm here, laying in a rundown old apartment building, on a plain queen sized mattress. No magic meant no work for a witch. So I worked as a human bartender.

This job came in handy. I could sneak drinks out of the pub and walk home, getting drunk as I made my way  there. Now alcohol  was my magic and I drank it every night, and almost every time I got a chance to during the day. This was what I was doing right then, washing my sins and worries away in a glass of whiskey or wine. Here I was, sitting on my couch drinking my feelings. I looked down at the cup of whiskey, making it stir around with my powers. I scoffed and it swirled a bit faster, making a few splashes. This is what they wanted us dead for, this?! Thoughts swam through my head as the whiskey spun faster and faster in my cup. Soon cracks in the glass appeared and it shattered. Glass exploded; the dust crumbling at my feet. I looked at the broken shards for a while, but then sighed and stood up, making my way to the kitchen. Ready to make another drink.

I hobbled over to the kitchen island, grabbing a wine glass and setting it down. I gazed around, opening cupboards and drawers; searching for that last drop of magic I so desperately craved.

I cursed out loud and started to hobbled over to my front door. There was no more alcohol in my house, dammit. I walked across the apartment and opened the front door. There was only one person who lived on the 5th floor with me. I hadn't seen her or met her. I met one of her friends. I shivered in disgust, remembering the way he smelled; like wet dog. I tried to remember his name. Rad...No, no...Brad....I focused and thought harder, knocking on my neighbors door. It was Rob. I smiled  pleasantly, happy that I remembered his name.

"Yea?" A small, spunky, girl with bleached blonde hair opened the door. She looked up at me, attitude in her voice. I looked back, curious.  Then I smiled and poked her shoulder as she glared at me. "You're pretty." I said, giggling a bit.

"You're drunk." The woman said poking me back. I giggled even more and smiled. "I need more magic tho. Do you have some?" I asked curious.

"Magic?" The woman spoke, worry showing on her face. "Yes," I said impatiently, "magic. I need magic. " I looked in her apartment and spotted a bottle of whiskey. Pushing her gently aside, I stepped inside and grabbed the bottle.

Unscrewing the top, I took a small swig, and the girl ran in, grabbing me. Surprised, I loosened my grip on the bottle and it dropped, hitting the ground with a shatter.

"Fuck! You weren't supposed to drink that!" She yelled at me, as the room suddenly swirled turning into mesh and I collapsed onto the floor. My vision faded in and out as she looked down at me with big eyes, holding my hand.

"Damn it, Florence." She said, holding me close.
How did she know my name?