Chapter 6: am I evil?

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I wake up instantly feeling a headache, maybe I should've just stayed asleep. I just feel sunlight seeping through a window warming up my skin, it's absolutely perfect. Then it hits me. What did I do yesterday? I think I'm a prodigy witch or something. I open my eyes to find myself in a bed, I look around some more to Allistor asleep in a chair with his head on the bed. He must have fallen asleep waiting for me to wake, that makes me really happy. I smile and decided I should let him know I'm awake, I groan and start getting up only realize my whole body is horribly weak. Like when you really sick and all your energy and motivation is gone and you just want to sleep. I scoot myself the best I can so I'm sitting up with pillows propping me up, I can feel the bags under my eyes as a cough forces it's way through my lips.

"Allistor..." I try to say but my throat is so hoarse and dry, "Allistor." ...... He hummed slightly then his head shot up as he breathed in and rubbed his eye sleepily

"Oi your up lassy, you had me worried..." He admitted smiling at me lightly, "how are ye feeling?"

"I'm ... Um... Really tired, and my throat hurts. What happened?" I ask trying to remember everything. I remember trying to defend me being good or whatever, am I good? I am apparently a dark arts witch but I wanted to prove I had good in me, so I attempted a light magic spell. Did it work?

I um..... I'm not sure lassy, I'll go get Arthur He'll be able to explain better." Allistor said standing up, I nodded as he left the room. I let my head lean back a little as I closed my eyes and felt the warm Sun rays.

"You look dead." Seamus said walking in the room slightly chuckling as I opened my eyes and instantly smiled.

"She doesn't look that bad." Dylan quickly said walking in behind Seamus. I chuckle a little.

"So I look as bad as I feel?" I ask trying to push myself up but my arms simply are to weak, but I'm not one to give up. I push hard as groans of pain escape my lips as I finally sit all the way up. I realize it's a bit hard to breath now, I look back at Dylan and Seamus and they both have sad smiles, "im just really tired."

"Then you should get some sleep." Seamus said sitting in the car Allistor was sitting in.

"It's like I'm tired but not tired. It's hard to explain, I just I want to get out of this bed." I say throwing the blanket off of me and adjusting my body so My legs are hanging off of the bed.

"I don't think that's a good idea, you should rest." Dylan said running to my side of the bed trying to stop me.

"I'm not weak Dylan, I've got this." I reassured him as I lifted myself off the bed feeling my weight on my legs, why is everything so weak, I hate this feeling. Feeling weak. My body is screaming at me to stop but I won't listen, I straitened my back so I'm standing strait. I take a deep breath and it comes out shaky as I try and taking my first step.

"I don't think you should doing this." Dylan said worriedly as he tried stopping me. I don't know why but I got angry, I'm trying to get better!

"I've got this!" My words came out harsh as I felt a force of energy leave threw my hand, I hear a crash and look to see Dylan on the floor across the room with a horrified expression on his face. D-Did I do that. I start shaking as tears form in my eyes, "I-I didn't mean to.... I-I I'm so s-sorry..."

Dylan didn't respond because Arthur walked into the room with Allistor, he scanned the room as I looked at him with fear. But not fear of him, fear of myself. Dylan was just trying to help me and I hurt him. Dylan scooted farther away from me and stood up and hid behind Seamus who looked mad at me.

"What happened?" Allistor asked worriedly looking me confused.

"I-I..... I don't know," a tear fell from my eye as I tried thinking of what I did. I just got so angry. I didn't even have time to stop myself, "I'm evil.."
As those words left my mouth the room went quite as Arthur looked at me with an emotion Ive never seen before. What would you even call it, it was a mix between pity and fear.

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