Frost (discontinued)

Witch

He sat down on the floor a little ways from me. "This...this is bad. Very bad," he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"How bad? What even is it?" I asked in confusion.
         "If we stay, the Garuda will send for you..." he trailed off. I found him looking at my side. Fuck. I'm busted. "What is that?" He pointed at the pentagram.
          "A scar. What's it to ya?" My words were laced with skepticism.
          "You sure? It looks like a witch's mark."
Fuck.
          "Last I checked, you were living alone," he began to connect the dots.
Fuck. Fuck.
           "And you said that people didn't particularly like you."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
          "But you're too young to be a witch. If you were one, you'd have to be studying it since you were a child. That almost never happens."
Phew.
          "Anyways, we need to go. Fast."
          "Why is that?" I sill needed a lot of information. And frankly, I'm not leaving this tub until someone pulls me out by force.
Unfortunately, that was exactly what happened.
Alex sighed. He seemed hesitant to say it. He got it out with a bit of stutter. "Y-you're under arrest, witch," he said it in a small voice.
A few of the maids pulled me out, dressed me, and threw me into a room that was similar to the one I had woken up in. Except the bars were thicker. They seemed to be impervious to magic as well.
I was too shocked to do a thing. Even worse than shock, tears started to overcome me. Why? I'm not sure. But I happened.
I haven't cried this hard since- my thinking was halted by a picture of the woman with the necklace flashing into my mind.
That night, I had honestly never felt so weak. Nothing but sorrow over came my body. Not rage, not nervousness, not even surprise. That shock feeling had faded.
How could he do that to me? I thought we were... my thoughts drifted off into a sleep state. I was dreaming, again. Great.