The Blood-Filled Hourglass wattys2016

Witches, Promises, and Death

I have done two terrible things today. My powers have caused the death of a man and I have broken my promise. The man looked innocent, but the bruises on his daughter's arms said otherwise. He spit out insults, calling her a whore and a pig. I became so angry and tried to contain it, but when I looked at him I imagined him having a heart attack and that very thought made him have one. The man clutched at his chest and began struggling for each breath. It was that moment that I broke my promise. My promise was to only use my powers for good. But good things never last here in Salem, I suppose.

I fear that if I can't learn how to control my powers on my own that I will have to turn to Mary Sibley for help. Everytime I see that woman I tremble in fear. That woman has so much power that she could crumble everything in her path. She turned me into this. She makes me do things that I have no desire to do. Even though I fear Mrs. Sibley I wish to do no harm to her or to anyone close to her. She says she needs me, that's why she turned me. But what does she need me for?

Her handmaiden and fellow witch, Tituba doesn't trust me for reasons I do not know. But when I look at her I see a faithful woman only trying to protect Mrs. Sibley.

Maybe I should start trying to help Mrs. Sibley to get and stay on her good side? That does not mean I will do everything for her, but things that will help me as well. Mrs. Sibley says that each witch has a certain gift or gifts, but only will they know that gift if they experiment with their powers.

But I am afraid to experiment with them, I don't want to hurt or kill anymore people or maybe I shouldn't make promises I can't keep. Now that I think about it I may be able control my powers on my own by experimenting. Maybe I should study the craft and tools more. Mrs. Sibley did give me her pack of Tarot cards. She said she didn't use them enough to like them. I shall use them tomorrow night after my parents and my sister have gone to sleep.

I didn't ask to be a witch, but I think I am starting to like being one, oh God please forgive me.