Malachai Parker wasn't the only person to massacre his family. Along with him was Isabelle Martin, a witch who held his hand along the way, letting him siphon painlessly.
You could say she was as crazy as he. Unable to see the destruction he truly...
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I rose from the ground, expecting to be greeted with a pool of blood and a violent headache. However, I instead banged my head on top of a... Ceiling?
In an attempt to move around, I realised I hardly had any space. I managed to look at my clothing to see the dress Mal had gotten me for my birthday, along with fat. I was no longer thin, my skin was no longer hanging from the bone.
Soon enough, I began to panic.
"Mal!" I screamed as I pounded at what I assumed to be a coffin. Again and again his name left my lips. I was desperately calling for my boyfriend, right until my throat went painfully dry.
Claustrophobia was a pain.
My heart began to beat faster and faster, pounding at my ribs as air became limited. The fear only made it worse. Up and down, up and down, my chest couldn't stop, I couldn't breathe.
I only wished to have Mal. He always knew what to do.
I closed my eyes, I tried to focus on him. My Malachai.
I try to keep it steady, slow down my thoughts, think of him, what we did.... But, he still killed me. And he could do it again. However, I keep those back. I'm alive.
