In the morning, I wake up to the constant ringing of the doorbell. I quickly pull my hair into a bun. I walk down the stairs, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I open the door and no one is there. I look down and see a black box with a blood red bow on the door step addressed to Leila. Not thinking anything of it, I throw it in Leila’s room. As I’m eating the French toast I prepared, I heard a blood-curdling scream. I sprint upstairs to see Leila floating in the air and spinning like she was possessed. Suddenly, I spot a small figure in the corner. “Rue.” I breathe. “Why are you doing this?” I asked her. “To make you suffer like people made me suffer.” She stated simply. “We didn’t do anything!” I protested. “Oh, dear sweet child! I have to. It’s written in the curse.” I gasped. “Those people were right? You’re a witch.” My heart was pounding and thoughts in my head were going a mile a minute. “I don’t have to take anyone’s soul if you have the answer…” She stated simply. I frantically searched around the room for something that might have the answer. After a couple minutes of tearing up Leila’s room. I stand looking at Rue with silent tears streaming down my face. “If you’re going to take someone’s soul, take mine.” I said quietly. Her head shot over to look at me, and an evil grin spread across her face. The last thing I heard was horrendous cackling.
Here I am, a couple weeks later, looking down on Leila from the other side. I sold my soul to the devil so she could live. I’m grateful that I did but I also wish I would’ve had something to save us both. Wait. I finally understand what Mr. Tomlinson meant. I let out a choked sob and whisper, “I wish I would’ve had more time.”
(I know, it sucks...and if you didn't notice, I named the creepy guy Mr. Tomlinson because I couldn't think of anything else, and I threw in a Little Mermaid reference...)
