Sad Magic

Chapter 1

I sat alone at the courtyard smoking by an old oak tree. Most people avoided me. They were afraid. They thought I was some sort of demon, that I bring nothing but evil and pain. Let them think that, people can be a bother sometimes.

I lived in the small town, in the middle of nowhere. The kind of place everyone knew everything, at least they think they know everything about everyone here. There was a very popular rumor here surrounding my birth. That how I came to be was unnatural and had to deal with the devil.This rumor combine with religion running strong in the town caused people to fear not only me but my mom too. They looked at us like some sort of omen.

Though, there were the few people who talked to me from time to time, but it was far and few in between.

I kept smoking until some of the religious fanatics approached me.

"What do you want," I asked them.

"You already know what we want. Get out of our school," the head, Christina, ordered me.

She was the daughter of the pastor from the main church in town. Everything thing she did was by the church and the bible.

To be clear, I've never had a problem with people who follow religion, but I don't have tolerance for bitches who like to shove it down your throat. And this town was filled with them.

"Not this bullshit again. You and you're little friends can fuck off." Annoying.

"We all know your mom made a deal with the devil. Your unnatural and we don't want you here." she glared at me.

"Thought you were supposed to love everyone. Why don't you fuck off. I'm not going anywhere," I said dismissingthem.

She wasn't happy about it, and walked away in a huff. It was true.I was marked by something. You could see it in my eyed. There was a small red ring around my iris. There was also red symbol like birthmarks on my chest and left hand. Maybe it truly was the devil, or something old and malevolent. Either way nothing I can do about it now.

I got up, pulling out my phone and processed to I walked to up to my car. Not paying attention I bumped into the some random guy and know over the stuff he was hold.

"Oh, fuck I am so sorry. Here let me help," I apologized as helped him pick up his papers and books.

"Thanks, it's no problem. I'm Conrad," he asked.

He looked up at me, his eyes met mine. Then he noticed my hand and realized who I was. I couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement burning in his doey hazel eyes.

"You're the famous demon girl, right,"

I took a slow drag from my cig, and blew the smoke to side. I took one last drag before flicking it to the ground.

"Yeah, that's me," I answered.

"I mean I don't really believe in that stuff. It's interesting how a place can come up with. It's funny what excuses people make when they can't except the unknown," he explained.

"Look, I'm not interested in humoring some fan club."

"Oh no, you got me all wrong. I'm not a fanboy. I just think it'd be cool to hangout though. I mean if you want," he said.

"Maybe, so is that why you pretend to bump into me," I asked.

"Yeah, I guess you caught that," he laughed.

Then my phone went off. Mom. I was late. I looked at Conrad.

"Well I have to go. I'll see around," I said about to walk away.

"Wait, could I possibly get your number?"

"I guess. But don't give it out to people," I warmed harm.

He was just some scrawny unintimidated guy. Honestly what harm could he do. I gave it to him, then go into my car and left.

I arrived home to see a familiar car in the driveway. Father Goldworth. He was probably here to try another attempt to 'cure' me. I parked and got out of my car, locking the doors behind me. I unlocked the door and walked into the living room to see that my mom was with the priest. They were talking in a hushed tone.

My mom was a devoted Christian woman. I understand how that's hard to believe with me around. She was the only one who knew the truth about me, the real truth. Not even I knew the full extent of the deal she made. She hid it from me. She hid all lot from me.

For instance my dad. If I ask she wouldn't say anything. She once told me when I was ten that he died before I was born. Another time when I was fourteen she said he abandon us because of the the deal she made. When I was sixteen she said he tried to kill me as a baby, now he's went to jail. Whatever the case, he wasn't here.

There was something else, ever since I turned twenty she seemed more concerned with breaking my curse. Like she was worried something was coming.

"Hello, baby. How's was school," my mom
Greeted me with a smile.

"Same. People are still afraid to go near me. Got an exam on Friday for my 2pm," I said setting my keys on the table.

"Father Goldworth is here to see you," she said gesturing towards the tall man next to her.

He was a tall old man, well into his late 40's early 50's. He was skinny, but yet still had a roundish body. He looked at me his blue eyes sparkling.

I've seen that look on her face before, it's look of hope that maybe they could "fix" me. I felt bad for her, after all I was her only child, I was all she had. For years she tried to save me and for years none of the attempts have worked. I've accepted a date whatever it maybe, but she just can't.

"I understand so are you just gonna pray over me again? It'll fail like the last time," I told not wanting to be filled with false hope.

"Silvia," my mom snapped at me. The look she gave me it all. "Don't fucking do this, not now!"

Mr. Goldworth give a heart felt chuckle. Something about him this time made me feel uneasy.

"Well, Silvia we have found a fool proof way of helping you. It's not just a simple prayer it's more bitter sweet," he said reaching into his coat.

I don't trust this. I started to back away from him.

He pulled out a gun with a rosary dangling from it. Fuck no. He pointed it at me. My mom went into a panic.

"Father what are you doing? Drop the gun," my mom demanded.

"There's no other way to save her. The day is close at hand we our running out of time. The answer has been so clear to us this whole time, and yet you chose to be blind and waste time. She has to die," He reasoned.

"What the hell is he talking about?" I had no idea what he was talking about, but I wasnt not about to let him just kill me.

"You haven't told her? Every day she's alive is another day closer to the end. We have to do this before it's too late," he said before he cocked the gun.

Just a second before he pulled the trigger, my mom shoved him making him shoot the ceiling. I ran towards the door, as he came after me. As I ran outside towards the door, he shot at me. Most of them missed me. All except for one, his last bullet hit me in the arm. I'm not gonna die like this.

I made it to the car and tried to open the door. Fuck, I left the keys it the house. I tried to turn and book it to the nighbours but it was to late, he was right there. I starred at him, I wasn't going to plead for my life. He had the balls to do it then fucking do it. He pointed it at me, and started to pray. I felt something inside me spark. The feeling grew and grew overtaking me. There was a voice it wasn't mine, but it came from my lips. The words started to fade while I started to lose consciousness. I blacked out, feeling the weight of my body hit the ground. The last thing I heard was my mother's scream.