We won't be burned [EDITING]

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I decided to edit this book, so there are going to be some EXTREME changes within this book, but the plot will remain somewhat the same.

Successfully edited.

If there are any grammar mistakes please let me know so I can fix them.

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She laid on the cold floor, almost lifeless, the spark no longer in her eyes. She was so exhausted, trying to control whatever it was that was inside of her took its toll, weakening her body, straining her mental capacity. It gave her a headache after headache, nauseating her as it made her vision shot. She could barely stand, trying to keep her eyes open was a mission in itself.

Damn this curse, she would think to herself on days like these. She could barely eat because of her curse, objects would fly or spin off as she would reach out to grab them. She couldn't touch anything without it being blown away, or sliced to smithereens. She couldn't be near her family, fearing that she would hurt them, or they would call her a witch and burn her at the stake. Her numbing emptiness consuming her at the lack of human interaction. She craved some sort of touch, a hug, a handshake, even accidentally brushing her fingers on someone's skin as they crossed paths would be enough. But she was forced to remain alone, abandoning herself in isolation and discomfort in order to protect herself and her family. 

She didn't move, nor flinch as the wind harshly blew itself, turning and twisting into a small tornado. Objects clattered and hit the walls, papers lifted, flying in circled or drifting lazily. She then heard a knock on the door, "come on sis come on out! We could use some company." It was Kankuro. She didn't respond, her body wouldn't let her. She knew she would worry her brothers but, her throat was dry from all the air and lack of water. Her exhaustion was apparent, dark circles under her eyes, her skin ghostly pale from its usual sunkissed hue, her lips dry and chapped. It was from all the wind blowing within her. At times she felt like she would burst open with all of that air inside of her, but she didn't.

"Sis are you alright!? Answer me!" Kankuro and Gaara wouldn't leave her alone. As much as she forced her little body to get up, her legs and arms wouldn't listen. It was like she was cut off from her brain. She then blinked and swallowed some of her salivae that developed in her mouth, clearing her throat. She took a breath of air and spoke with a croaked voice,

"I'm fine guys. Just go." She heard from the other side of the door sighs then footsteps following. She then felt her eyelids getting heavy. Every time she would blink to wake herself more, her eyelids would just get heavier and heavier. She gave up, falling into the much-desired darkness called sleep.

She ran from the darkness that consumed everything in its path. It whipped harshly, tearing the ground in cracks. She was lifted as the darkness almost touched her feet. The wind blew harshly, trying to keep her lifted. She turned, a tall castle stood in front of her, faded like an illusion. She blinked, suddenly in front of six thrones that sat in a brightly colored room. Five girls stood in front of her, faceless and fuzzy. She laughed with them, feeling a sense of familiarity in their presence. They held their hands out to her, creases appearing on their faceless cheeks in some form of a smile.

"Let's go have some fun Temari-" The scenery changed. Six men sitting on six thrones, all faceless. One of them walked to her, holding out his hand. She tried to reach out to him, but it felt impossible like she could barely move. He faded away like sand as their fingertips touched. 

She was back at her old home. The neighbors traumatized her as strange occurrences would happen around her for seemingly no reason.

"She's a witch." They would whisper.