Little Miss Heart Stealer

7

I finally woke up from the dream, sweating in my shirt. Why did I have that dream now of all times? It has been so long since I have thought of that, much less woke up in a cold sweat. I put my shaking hands up to my face as tears streamed down my face. I was in my own world, not even noticing that the banshee girl was gone. In her place was a note that read, sie ist tot, tschuss! I recognized that it was German, although I never learned it. I did not have much time to contemplate my situation as my door sounded like it would break open as Tom burst through it and dragged me without a word. He yanked on my chain more than usual. What got his panties in such a twist? He once again dragged me like a dog into a room that looked like a classroom, handed me a paper, and threw me in. I looked up and saw many other people, although I did not know most of them. I looked close to the corner and saw Abigail and tried to call out. All that came out was the sound of a dying cat. I had forgotten that I lost my tongue. I went and sat by her, and her face immediately lightened up. She hugged me very tightly, even laying her head on my shoulder. What is with this girl? I smiled at her and pet her long hair. It was coarse, but had a strange softness to it. 

The door opened a few minutes later, and a man that I can only assume is our teacher walked in. He had black hair, blacker than the recesses of space. His clothes were all back, but his eyes popped out more than most of these people who are here. 

"I am Mr. Drakon," he began, " I will be your magic instructor." I would have laughed if I heard that when I was little, but I don't doubt that he isn't joking considering everything else that is happening. He began to take roll call to make sure that everyone else was here. I did not pay attention to anyone else's except mine and Abigail's. When I heard mine, I raised my hand, not even trying to speak. He said it again and Abigail answered for me.

"Did I ask you to speak, girl?" he began, "I am sure that she can speak." She shook her head at him.

"No she can't, sir. Her tongue was ripped out," she responded to him chastising her. He nodded in understanding, acknowledging the situation. He muttered something under his breath that was inaudible to everyone else. He pulled out a pack of papers and began to hand one  out to everyone.

"These are your syllabuses, and you will study them as it tells you what we shall be learning for the rest of your time here," he said, addressing no one in particular. Once he finished, he wrote something on the green chalkboard. It said magick, which I assume is how he wants it spelled. 

"Magick is in everything," he lectured, "and it flows within us all, through nature, and throughout the universe. You shall learn how to harness that energy, and put it into words, or signs in Jazmine's case." He looked towards me as he said that and people started to laugh. I immediately flushed with embarrassment, and Abigail comforted me.

She whispered, "It's ok, I am here to get you through this." I nod, showing her that I acknowledge her. I turn back to the teacher and he begins to explain on the history of magick.