The town was small, seemingly innocent. It was beautiful, full of life, buzzing with conversation, but in this town, there was someone new, someone with a bloodline that brought trouble. Curses and history that should stay buried do come to the surf...
Reaching the house and slamming the door, I jump on my bed. What's wrong with me?
I lift up my head for another note.
I warned thy mind Yet thee intertwined Blood shall spill And thee shall pay the bill
What'swith these notes?
" Awh c'mon!" I yell. I turn around to find:
Thou hath been warned
•.•
It's the next day, and I slept maybe three hours?
It's March here, and snow is everywhere. I grab a backpack, put some food in it, then get myself ready.
I'm skipping school today. It's a Friday anyways. I'm so.. burnt out. I'm scared and angry. There's just time in life when you need a break. That's now.
Think about it. You move to a new state, no one knows you, then all the sudden you're told you're a witch and are now together with people that you feel belittled to.
I put on sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and a beanie. I can bring matches. I grab my book, the notes, (I'm keeping them, they might be important.) and stuff 'em in my backpack.
The town was cool, stores underground, like no restaurants, and little pollution. I explored the town, checked out little stores. I see a place called "Casanova". I'll have to check it out sometime.
I walk to a hill not far away, then just chill.
It's around 2 pm when I hear glass shattering not too far away.
I jump.
What was that?
Suspicious, I go over to look.
It was around a 30-minute walk.
I was not prepared to see a car crashed into a building. Police we're everywhere. Caution tape surrounding it. I take a closer examination.
Wow. My mom has the same car. Wait.. and the same bumper sticker. It takes me a few seconds to understand what happened.
I take a step forward. "No.. this is not real." I whimper.
I know it's real. I know for a fact this is real.
A screech bubbled through my throat.
"NO!" I sprint towards the crash. The police catch me, and I throw my punches.
"Stop! Let go! That's my mother! Leave me be!"
"Miss, please calm down!"
"Please no!"
"Miss!"
That low, blood-curdling growl laced with my words, "Don't touch me."
Déjà vu. I'm scared, fear taking over, blood being taken away from me, then a simple command comes out of my mouth. Ana, being thrown back. The feeling of power, rushing through my veins. It's the same, yet so very different.
The officer holding me suddenly moves back, coughing, wheezing. I turn back towards the car. I look at my dead mother. I freeze. Her face was gaunt. Her eyes wide open, her lips parted. I choke out a sob.
I know, I caused a scene, but what would you do? Many people crowded around. I didn't look at them. I didn't look at anyone.
I swear if this crap is real.
How do you.. handle this?
I feel like I could laugh.
I also feel like I could scream.
But for some reason I don't want any condolences.
I turn to look at the officer who was coughing. "Are you okay?" I ask, crouching to meet his height.
"Ah, y-yes. I just somehow got.. winded."
"I'm glad you're okay." I smile, then stand up and start walking. I keep my head tilted, fists balled, and walk fast.
Then I started to run.
As I run, I feel something come and sharp come across my cheek, cutting it. I grab my cheek. A piece of paper.
I pull it away from my face . It says:
Last warning.
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