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 was driving. More like running away from my problems. One being my dead girlfriend. I killed her. And it's not like it was something I didn't do. But, it didn't feel right. I had a forty three hour drive with no Isabelle Martin. I never had that. Normally, when we went on our road trips, she was pointing the camera in my face, asking stupid questions as if someone was actually listening. No one was.
However, that kept me semi-sane. The hope of getting out was fuelled by her.
We'll get out, I promise.
I'm always here for you.
Don't worry, it's me.
I.... I love you Mala-
I pulled over. My car swerved but either way, I was out, kneeling on the side of the motor way. It was only an hour after I left and she was already haunting me. I could hear her as if she were beside me. Eventually, I would see her. Blood stained her shirt, her eyes were wide and a knife was protruding from her abdomen.
I had done this.
I hade done this.
This is not your fault. She said, her voice a melodic whisper.
