Witch's Friend

Prolouge

The sun has risen.
Happy birthday to me...
Happy.. birthday to... me...

me...

I cannot hold back my tears. Mommy and daddy aren't here to celebrate with me. I killed them. It felt like a million years ago. How old am I now? Over 100.

The cat watches me from outside the window still, staring right through me with his piercing yellow eyes. He's mocking me. I have not been outside for so long.

So long...

If I take one step outside I will rot. My skin will crumble and fall off, and blood will spurt everywhere. Just like then...

He... was my friend. I killed my friend. I kill all my friends. Sometimes, I don't kill my friends. Instead, the house kills my friends. It's all for the medicine. To make me better. So that I can go outside. With my own two legs.

That girl... Viola is her name. She visits me often. I can only use my medicine when I trade bodies. I'm tricking her. Oh how jealous I am of Viola, she is so lucky and she does not realise it.

She smiles and hugs me when she comes round, and we tell eachother

"We are friends"

I hate her. I hate her so much. She should feel my pain. She always sees me in my bed. I never move. It never changes. It never does. All day, everyday, stuck in this bed. It's driving me insane. I can't even walk around my own house anymore. I am.. so ill.

Viola has not visited in a few months. Maybe she knows. Maybe she'll never come back. Maybe-

"Ellen..?"

I look up. There she is. The beautiful Viola in all her glory. I hate her.

"Hello, Viola." I say with a croaky voice, and give her a fake smile.

"Ellen, i'm so sorry for not visiting, you must have felt so sad and angry, i'm sorry! I-it's just my dad says that there is a witch who lives in this woods so, he has been stopping me from going outside alone, i'm so sorry Ellen! I'm so sorry!"

She bows and I notice the glimmer of a tear run down her cheek.

"Haha.. it's okay. You don't have to worry about me. I'm only going to die soon." I look down, smirking.

"What?! No! Don't say that! I know that you're very unwell, but i'm sure I can help you get better. And.. even if the day does come, just... hold onto me, okay? I'll read you a story while y-you.. you.."

She stutters and starts crying.

I hug her.

"It's okay, Viola."

I hate Viola. I hate her. She's going to die instead of me. I just have to wait.