Karma wears stilettos (ON HOLD)

Chapter Twenty Six: Do you wanna build a snowman?

Hayden's Pov

I felt trapped inside my own head.

Freaking literally.

I watched as my body said and did things I never would have done, like a paigen ritual with the cat blood and baby bird bones.

Don't ask me how I got those.

"Oye," I called out, from inside my own head, "Lay off on the killing innocent animals would ya? I know this whole witch/demon thing calls for it but could you do it with another person's body?"

I waited for a response. Only to hear crickets in my head.

Funny how my sense of humour sometimes plays against me.

"Very funny," I snorted, "I know you can hear me Jaelle, or whatever your name is. I've had enough of your identity theft."

Again, crickets.

Come on, my brain can't be that empty.

Sighing internally-

Literally.

-I sat cross-legged on the floor, taking in my surroundings for the first time since I had been locked up in my head. I was in a long room, with paintings and pictures on a black background sprawled all over the walls and floor, touching them or even thinking about them would replay a memory or a dream sequence.

I imagined my body forming inside the room, and my hands reaching out to play back a memory, until pale fingers with chipped baby blue nail polish reached out and touched a childhood memory of me throwing a plate of broccoli at Dad's face.

Ah, good times.

I smiled as I looked down at myself, my familiar body now in my head. Although my flabby thighs and small boobs made me wish I chose a another body to imagine myself in.

Meh.

I began to walk through the room, my feet tapping against the floor, playing out small unimportant memories. It was a strange feeling, almost like walking on air, or calm water.

Holy shit. I'm Jesus.

Just kidding.

I was somewhat aware of the things Jaelle was doing, while she took over my body, although I couldnt visually see it, I knew exactly what was happening, how it happened and even when it happen. Almost like I was my own subconscious.

Pretty freaky stuff if you ask me.

Yup, don't do witchcraft, kids. It's not fun.

Stay in school.

And for the love of God, don't play with spell books.

Same thing goes for drugs.

I had a point somewhere, I must've lost it.

Oh well.

I walked around aimlessly for a few minutes, before plopping on the floor of the room, legs crossed. "Hey Jaelle," I sang, "I'm bored."

Again, silence.

You'd think with a brain like mine, you'd atleast have some white noise going on.

"Hey, Jaelle, do you wanna build a snowman?"

Pause for response.

"Come on let's go and play."

"I never see you anymore, come out the door, it's like you've gone away."

Literally.

"We used to best buddies, and now we're not, and I know exactly whyyyy-"