Truly Charmed (Part 3/3)

Chapter 17

I kept my eye on them the whole time. It was only 10 minutes after I found them that they decided to go into one of the back rooms.

Real classy Chris...

I didn't know how I was going to get out of this memory. I didn't know how I done it before. I didn't even know why I was suddenly seeing people's memories. I knew nothing about this whole situation, why it was happening, who was making it happen it or if it was even real or not.

I saw the door that Chris and his little slut came through peak open. But then suddenly a bunch of people fell into me and I went flying to the floor. However when I was expecting to hit the floor, I was standing up and the room went back to reality. I was in the now. The same band, same banners and decorations.

I looked over to the bar and saw only Henry there. His head was down to the bar and when he looked up he was glaring at everyone.

I wanted to go and find Chris but I decided that he could wait. I walked over to Henry, making sure I was in reality by critically checking the colours of the room.

I sat down on the chair next to him and I didn't say anything at first. When I saw him look tired and agitated I decided it was time to speak up.

"So do you want to tell me what's wrong?" I asked him.

He turned his head and went to get up. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.

"Hey, you're not getting away that easily," I said.

His eyes were flaring with sorrow and hurt but his hard expression tried to mask it.

"You barely know me. I hardly talk to you. Why do you care?" He asked in a firm tone.

"When something's wrong it doesn't matter who helps. As long as they do. Nothing is worse than being alone and upset and having nobody to talk about it with," I answered him.

He then decided to sit down and cooperate. He let out a huge sigh.

"You don't know what it's like," he began, "being the only normal person in a family of witches."

Oh dear...

"You feel that you don't fit in?" I asked him.

"No. I feel that I'm invisible," he answered glumly.

"I know how it feels to be invisible. I was nobody before I found out that I was a witch. I had one friend," I told him.

"But being a witch has given you a purpose in life. You have a reason to get up in the morning. I'm just the mortal in the family of witches," he said and his voice was beginning to break.

"Henry what's this all about?" I asked softly, leaning in closer.

"Do you know why my parents never let me see any of you guys?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Because they need to keep an eye on me. Incase I hurt myself.."

My heart skipped a beat. My throat suddenly went dry and tried my best to swallow the lump forming.

"Henry, killing yourself isn't going to solve anything. You have a great purpose in the world. You just have to find it," I consoled.

"You can do great things. You and my cousins save people on a daily bases. I can't blow things up or make someone cripple at the thought of it or even teleport to another place. I'm an outcast. I don't belong in this family," he spoke with tears rimming his eyes.

"Listen, being a witch isn't about blowing things up or teleporting wherever you want. It's a huge responsibility and you have to make sure that nobody sees you using you're magic. Once you're into it, you can't get back out," I explained.

He finally looked up at me and his eyes were red rimmed and he had dark circles under them. I then glanced down to his arm and I saw little scars dotted across his skin.

Oh this is bad....

"I'm just fed up of being invisible. I'm fed up of not being able to make a difference in the world. I'm fed up of myself.." he said and then tear fell down his face.

"When I found out that I was a witch I felt like the biggest freak in the world. I still do in some cases. It's because of magic that everything has gone wonky in my life. It's not all its hyped up to be Henry. Believe me when I say that we all want the blessing of a normal life that you have been given," I said gently.

"But what am I supposed to do with my life?" He asked helplessly.

I sighed.

"I don't know. Only you can answer that. It's not what you're supposed to do. It's what you can do," I told him.

He looked down at the bar, thinking. When he lifted his head he didn't look as helpless.

"I'm good at drawing," he replied.

I looked at him warmly, comforting and calm.

"That's good. Work on that. There's loads of opportunities in the world for artists. You just have to have the will to find them," I smiled.

His face then softly smiled and he wiped the tears from his eyes. He cleared his throat to get rid of his wobbly voice.

"Will you help me if I get stuck?" He asked.

"Of course I will Henry. I'm going to be here whenever you need me. I'm always going to be here for you even when you think you're alone," I told him.

"Thanks Anna," he smiled.