Myself.

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I panic. I don't know what to do. She looks at me. She looks at me differently. She looks at me a way she's never looked at me.

All of a sudden, I see a light around her. For some reason, I'm not scared. I'm calm. Then, she starts to transform. She turns into a witch, but not any witch.

The Scorpio witch.

Still, I'm not scared. I close my eyes and I start getting flashbacks. I get flashbacks of everything I've gone through. I feel mysterious. I feel powerful. I feel like a Scorpio should.

I take my arm and cast it over the Scorpio witch. The Scorpio witch starts to transform into something, but I can't quite figure out who it is, until I close my eyes and start having other flashbacks. They're flashbacks that I can't recognize. They are quite scary. It's like amongst we is stuck inside of my head.

I open my eyes and I see myself, but I look slightly different. I look hurt. At that time, I notice something.

My own enemy is not anyone around me. My own enemy is myself. I've been letting myself down. I've been hurting myself. Nobody else has.

It's my fault for letting stuff get to me. I've been letting myself overthink. I've been letting myself blame everything on me. It makes sense now.

I close my eyes for one last time. This time,
It was slightly different. I can't quite describe it. It was quite nice though. It wasn't scary. It wasn't evil. It was quite mysterious, but in a good way.

Suddenly, I open my eyes, and I'm back where I started.

Arizona.

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