The beam of light switches off, plunging the room into darkness. No one was there except her. Perfect. No one could see the tears that stained the pale green of her face and blurred her vision.
The words that had been displayed moments before cut deep into her, the pain forcing her to let out a sob.
The other, had hurt her multiple times whilst she was only arguing for fairness. She had hurt the other twice. She deserved her punishment. She was insignificant. She was just a wicked witch. Nothing more. Nothing less. No one cared for her.
The tears formed a steady stream, flowing down her cheeks as the liquid emotion begins to stain the pillow she cried into.
No one was there to hear her cries. No one was there to reassure her. In truth, her sobs fell onto deaf ears. She probably wouldnt stop until sleep took over her.
As the drowsiness begin to take its toll, she was left with one thought.
'You're just a mistake Evanora, and thats all you'll ever be.'
And with that final thought fresh in her mind, the young witch slipped into unconsciousness.
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The Storybook Of Oneshots
RandomHello and welcome to the point of no return. I'm just kidding of course. This book will contain a bunch of oneshots and writing pieces that I write for fun or just as a way to vent. I do put a lot of effort into them, however, and I hope you enjoy r...
