♛| "Someone once told me that at the end of the road there will always be hope," I whispered to him. My hand automatically went up to the golden neckless around my neck.
He huffed and stared straight forward while he brushed his fingers through his...
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Emptiness. That was the only thing I felt at the moment. I let the raindrops that fell out of the clouded, gray sky fall onto my pale skin.
My hands where bleeding from what happened just ten minutes ago but the cold rain washed it away as soon as it seeped down my fingers.
I didn't knew where I was going since I had nowhere else to go.
'Father please don't throw me out. I'm begging you!' I screamed at the top of my lungs. Tears were rolling down my face as I fell onto my knees and hit the hard and textured sidewalk of our house.
I put my hands on the ground and felt how my hands scraped across it when I leaned down to put my head on the ground too. Begging.
My father looked at me with disappointment and disgust written all over his face as he threw my scared calico cat for my nose along with my shoe that fell of when he dragged me out of the house.
'I'm sorry,' I cried out.
I didn't even know why I was apologizing. It was not like I couldn't do anything about this awful curse that was set upon me. I hated it.
'I can't believe I lived with a witch for twenty one years. That I let a witch live under my roof. I took care for you, raised you, loved you and you repaid me with this-this disgusting witchery of yours? Don't you even dare to set a step on my ground again.'
He shook his head and closed the iron gate in front of our... his house.
'Father.. Father, please I'm your daughter!' I watched him as he grabbed the gate and stared at me. I looked up, unable to read any emotion on his face.
'You are no daughter of mine, you're just a waste of space,' he growled at me before he turned around, walked away and slammed the creaking front door behind him.
I bit in my lip so I wouldn't cry out. Not over the wounds on my hands and knees that stung like crazy, no.
That wasn't the thing that bothered me right now. The thing what hurted me the most were his words.
My father was all I had since my mother left us when I was five. Him and I did everything together until this disgusting defect showed up.
Although I'm grateful that he didn't drag me to the first policeman he could find, I was still hurt that he wouldn't let me explain myself. I didn't know that I possessed magic.
I huffed while I looked up to the sky hoping that the rain would stop. Like there is anything to explain.
With the whining cat pushed against my chest I ran to the closest village there was since my father's house was a few kilometers away from the village. Maybe I could find shelter before the rain would get worse.
It took me two hours before I finally reached the village. The rain was already painfully pouring down on my skin. The deep red dress I was wearing was soaked. Strings of raven black hair were stuck against the sides my forehead.
I held my cat a little closer to me in a poor attempt to warm myself up a bit. I had no money, so hiring a room in one of the bars wasn't an option and I was too scared and too ashamed to ask anyone if they had a guest room where I could stay for the night.
Afraid that someone would find out that I'm one of those hunted witches they tell their kids scary bed stories about.
It almost felt like "WITCH" had been written on my forehead when I walked through a narrow alley where a few people lived in little but cozy houses. They looked out of there windows and stared at me when I walked past them.
After another hour I almost started to give up searching for shelter, since I couldn't feel my legs anymore, until I saw it. A few meters away from me was a cafe where the awnings were still rolled out.
The cat started to whine again while it's claws sunk in my dress. I tried to keep it away from the rain as much as possible but unfortunately the cat still got wet. I ran and hid under the awning of the closed cafe.
All the chairs were put inside so I didn't had a other choice than to sit down on the hard ground in front of the cafe. The shivering calico cat on my lap didn't dare to get off since it was probably way more comfortable than the ground was. And the cat was not the only one that was shivering. I also tried to steal some of the cat's warmth to hug it tightly against my belly and the cat didn't seem to mind it since it also was soaked to the bone and it was freezing outside.
I leaned with my head against the cold, stone wall behind me. Closing my eyes when I felt them tearing up. Why did this happen? A single tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away aggressively, cursing myself for what I was.
A witch. A being that was hatred amongst humanity. Beings that people would warn their children for. The cursed ones. "Monsters" like my father called them.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down but felt how it slowly became harder to breath and felt how the cold was biting my cheeks, feet and fingertips. How I slowly began to lose consciousness.
My left hand travelled up to my chest where a golden necklace was resting on.
'Hope. At the end of the road there will be hope,' I repeated over and over until I lost consciousness. The last thing I remembered was the wooden door of the cafe that opened and the sound of running footsteps towards me before it all faded away.
