Part 30 Of The First Draft
There is no reason that I should be alive but I am. They say I'd be dead if my strange power didn't surface. What this power is exactly, I don't really know but I think it is sort of like what the Eisens possess. There is a one major difference that separates me from what the Eisen siblings can do: I can sense things about the area around me. It's like I can see impressions about the area surrounding me and I can see objects and people that others could not see. It's as if my power had manifested into what one might call divination. This power must have came from my parents. It makes me wonder how powerful my parents must be because this is incredible!
When Perry found me, he remarked,
“The school thinks you were sick yesterday. We have taken care of everything. It does suck that we have to go back to school tomorrow though.”
Perry was wearing his black leather jacket still as it has already became cold in Knoxville. It is ten o'clock at night and the wind howled and chilled us to the bone. I kissed Perry, and touched his cheek lightly after our lips pressed together. I told him,
“It does suck, but what can you do? I'm going to bed, baby. I've had quite the harrowing night.”
Sleep came quickly after I had made it inside. When the morning came, I was almost eager to return to school. I have had my fair taste of the paranormal and I hungered for normality. As soon as I got to school I was more than happy to change into my gym uniform and run a few laps. Becky was impressed, and commented,
“Funny. You don't run like a person who just had a brush with death.”
I laughed and countered her,
“On the contrary. It takes a fast runner to escape death all the time.”
Becky giggled, and the rest of the day went by without trouble. When we all had made it home, Perry mentioned the inevitable,
“Brad is still playing this weekend. We have to try our plan. Carlita won't go away on her own.”
I had been trying to forget about her all day. My day had turned from laughs and jeers into one of perpetual sorrow. After a moment to exhale, I agreed,
“Yes, we have to reverse her immortality. Maybe it will save her.”
Perry sighed, and then as much as he hated it, he admitted,
“I believe you are right. Who wants to live as long she has?”
Then he conceded,
“Then again, some people have to live forever. You'll see what it is like, just as I will.”
I tried to relieve his apparent stress,
“Think, though. We'll be in love forever. That is by far worth it to me, my darling.”
He smiled, and it graced my soul like a bit of nourishing sunlight in the morning. I left him there, my mind clustered with both worry and concern. Carlita poses a danger to us all every second that she is immortal. Becky is vulnerable even though she is now a wolf child, a Wild Girl. She will rush into battle against her should she be given the opportunity, I just know it. Either way her life hangs in the balance each and every second, as does all of ours. We cannot delay the inevitable any longer. Soon, we will fight. One thing strikes me as odd, though. Does Carlita not have the power to read minds like lamia can? Does she not already know what we are going to attempt?
My heart was all pent up and it felt so intense. I'm ready to face Carlita, I really am. This weekend will involve a certain type of personal trial for me. If Carlita is to be defeated then I will see our love flourish. If not, not only we will die but Perry and I will cease to be, our love forever being tossed aside. You can tell me I'm crazy, you can tell me I'm too young, but darn it, I still feel the way I do, completely in love with him. Perry, you are so worth it. I'm casting a coin into a fountain, and baby, you’re my wish.
When Friday came, I licked my lips and buckled down at school. I had done all my missed assignments the night before, and my teachers were very happy when I turned them all in. This day is one of great anxiety for me and the others. Honestly, I didn't want the schoolday to end. I tried to gather my mind after school, trying to think of anything that I haven't thought of before about our mysterious opponent Carlita. I know what source to turn to.
When the day came I asked my mother who had changed into what looked like her Halloween garb, a black witch’s costume, with pointed hat and all,
“Mom? Do you know anything about Carlita and her tendencies? I'm afraid that she might have some sort of ward or creature guarding her lair.”
My mother put her finger to her lip as she adopted a real pensive look. After a brief moment, she revealed something strange but very dangerous about Carlita,
“She loves alligators. She always wanted one for a pet. These days she probably has several of them, and I bet they're always hungry, too.”
This is quite foreboding. Tonight is going to be something that will take us on the wildest and most dangerous of all adventures. My mom smiled, and struck a pose that would make any witch proud. She asked me,
“How do I look? I was going to wear this to Brad's gig. Don't I look amazing?”
I responded with a smile of my own, and told her,
“Yes mom, you really do. Dad will have the most wonderful of all dates.”
My mom let out a cackle, and said with such positivity,
“I wish I could dress like this every day. I haven't worn something like this since before you were born. I feel at home in this get-up. I hate to admit it, Mindi, but I miss my old and simple way of living.”
I know how she feels. I coaxed my mother gently,
“Mom, I love you. I promise that you'll always be my favorite woman, my heroic black magick witch.”
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