Chapter Thirty-Two: The Void

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(Reminder of Outfit)

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(Reminder of Outfit)

Night had approached rather too quickly once again, but the game was still on. However, I didn't go straight to the game, because I needed to unblock my magic, and believe in myself.   

I sat in the living room of my house, my red leather jacket placed at the back of the couch. A white tall candle, sat in the middle of the table in front of me, my eyes locked on it. This was a simple fire spell to do, I've done it millions of times.

My focus on the candle didn't go, but the tip of the candle didn't light. I narrow my eyes, forcing my will to lit the candle but it didn't work. I huff in frustration as I looked away from the candle. This isn't going to work, something mentally is blocking me from performing magic. Maybe it was that night I saw my dead sister, it still haunts me to this day...

The more I thought about my sister, and my parents, the more upset I began. I tried not to cry, I tried my hardest to be strong, but were all weak and that isn't a weakness it's an emotion. 

"Dearest Sister, I'm so sorry," I speak weakly, my voice filled the air as I spoke. "You should have not been taken from this world, and it's all my fault," the flood gates opened, tears roamed my face freely. 

"I should have stayed and fought to protect you, but I was scared and selfish

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"I should have stayed and fought to protect you, but I was scared and selfish. And when I came back to the house, I found you all mauled to death, I cried for hours and wouldn't let go of your body," tears fell from my cheeks and onto the ground. My speech rose and fell with the sadness inside. I took a shaky breath as I blinked, the wetness from my eyelashes had touched my stained cheeks. 

"I cannot forgive myself for the actions I didn't take and what happened after all this time, but I have hope you are in a better place with our parents," I breathed calmly, as I look up to the ceiling like I was looking to the heavens above. "Eliza, dear sister, I will never forget you,"

Tears still streamed down my face, but a sort of weight lifted from my chest, making me feel better within. Though the pain still lingered of their deaths, that will never go away, but I've always going to live with that.

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