The Coven

Chapter 5

We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it. - Rick Warren
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||Saint Mary's||

The girl laughed back at the joke, it was not even funny but at this time of blandness that's all she needed. A joke. Even if its punchline was her. Even if it hurt.

"So when you gonna do something you ineffective little piece shit?" The girl looked up at her offenders, broken, beaten, and they haven't even touched her yet.

"Aw come on she isn't even doing anything." Another girl whined. She could not recall her face it was a mess of the past, only the way her voice sounded. Bored. They were bored of beating her as if she was a form of entertainment. As if her tears and begs were the climax of a show. She did not want to know what the conclusion would be or what it would contain.

"How did she even get in here?" Another taunted.

"No idea the little mix. You gonna do something Juniper?" It was her name but the way it was twisted on the bullies tongue gave it a negative connotation. Turned her own name into a word she hated to be called. Trapped in a sea of ugly words and plaid skirts she knew the truth, there was no way to get out of this victorious or unscathed. Physically or mentally.

"Move along. Scurry away." It was a man clad in black, a priest. The girls fled apart from their click leaving Juniper laid on the floor, books, papers left everywhere at the crime scene.

"Juniper. Again? Do you have to go back to Sister Agatha."

"No, no please don't make me go back."

Please don't make me go back

"Sister Agatha can help with your, your situation." He said the word delicately as if it could hurt her any more. His daring blue eyes scanning her up and door making her squirm as she grew uncomfortable.

The Priest had a kind face, soft around the features showing his age making it even more sicking. Although his face may have  be kind he was far from it. He ran this hell and he was not oblivious to the horrors that people inflicted on this inferno. The Priest may have been considered a holy man but he was no man of any God.

"Come on Juniper." The Priest let it happen, the abuse and addressed it through nods and name calling the victim.

"Now!"

Please don't make me go.

"Mmm." Juniper walked down the empty halls of Saint Marry's with her head down to avoid anyone seeing the tears that stained her dark face. The Priest held the door open for Juniper, such a gentleman.

"Again Juniper?" Sister Agatha asked perched behind her desk like a raven. Ready to pick at any remains of girls with low self esteem and broken bones.
Eat any thing left in them, anything left in Juniper.

"She may need another session."

"Understood Father. You may leave now." The Priest nodded and slammed the wooden door shut, her last chance of freedom slipping through her small hands.

"You know the drill."

Please don't make me go

"Okay." Juniper whimpered lightly.

"You know that most of these witches will die before they reach the age of 18?," Sister Agatha spoke while standing up from her desk, walking behind Juniper,

"You are all stupid, young, ignorant. Now you, you are, a disgrace. Your powers haven't showed up and you know what this means." Sister Agatha turned around to open a dark wooden closet to Juniper's horror. She could already feel the ghost whips on her back from the times before.

Her skin burning from the past and tears swelling as she felt each whip and where they were to be placed.

"You know the drill!" Sister Agatha yelled at her making her shake. Her hand trembling as she undid the zipper on the back of her shirt and the clasp of her bra.

Please don't make me go back

"This is for your own good."

Slap

Slap

Slap

Please don't make me go back

Slap

Slap

Slap

"Excuse me?"

Sister Agatha pulled back and flattened her dress before addressing the voice, her whip by her side as if it did no harm.

"I, I um something happened." Juniper turned her head slightly to see the voice belonged to a girl with vibrant red hair, shaking more than Juniper was. Her face was puffy and tear stricken against her tan skin and her voice quivering. She was more scared than Juniper could ever be.

"What is it?" Sister Agatha's was gentle and concerned as if she could not be responsible for the lashed against Juniper's back. As if every hit and muffled scream did not happen, as if her hands and words did those actions. For what? To make her powers show? To make her kill? To prepare her to die for the god damn Coven?

"I, I . . ." Ember stuttered unsure of what to say. Fumbling with her fingers a nervous tick before continuing, "I set, a girl, girl on fire."

"God bless you. Clean yourself up Juniper and show me the way Ember." Ember walked out of the room leaving Juniper alone, limping as her back burned with each whip coming back to her mind. Each one stronger than the one before.

Her back stinging as she slid her zipper back on and pushed her dark curls behind her ear. Using her sleeve to wipe her snot and tears. She got punished for not showing her powers and Ember would be rewarded for showing hers, no matter who got hurt.

Please don't make me go back

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"Please don't make me come back." Her voice weak as she slipped through the barrier of dreams and consciousness. 

"What is she saying?" A stranger asked.

"Does not matter she'll be dead."

|| A/N I have not updated this story in a while so sorry. This chapter is kind of dark and I wanted to explain Saint Mary more. I should post the next chapter either today or tomorrow.||