The week is slow and boring except for the fact that I barely sleep I'm up most nights either talking to my parents on the phone over Stanley and his "role model" ways. I finally give in around Thursday to call my Aunt
Caroline but not for a friendly conversation, "Hey, Aunt Caroline its me, Molly. I called you a couple weeks ago asking about a dark gift. I need to talk to you about something... Something more important." Caroline hums, "Well alright, sweetie lay it on me." That's when I just spill it all out. "Well you see... I did something. Something against witch kind... Something that wasn't supposed to happen..." Caroline adds, "Just tell me, love I promise I won't tell anyone. It will be our little secret." I nod and take a breath, "Stanley and I, we did something that wasn't supposed to be done. We um... We brought back the dead. Stanley and I used necromancy to bring back my dead friends using vessels from different people. I know before you freak out I don't know if they have killed anyone else but I don't know how zombies are..." Caroline doesn't speak the entire time but I hear her breathing. "Molly, Molly. What the hell have you done? Do you know how dangerous this is? The reason why it was banned from the beginning?! Zombies don't think, they don't breath... You put them in different vessels?! I hope you realize this could endanger everyone you know, everywhere you go... Did you ever think about the people around you?! Do you have any idea how selfish that is?!" Caroline is no longer thinking logically or calm. I yell back, "I know I wasn't thinking alright?! I know it's evil and sick and stupid... But goddamn it I wanted my friends back! They died in a horrible way and I just couldn't fix them so I transferred their bodies! I know I'm a selfish bitch ok?! Just please help me control them... I don't know what they're gonna do next!" Suddenly Stanley walks in the middle of the conversation.
Stanley doesn't say a word instead he takes my hand and quietly drags me downstairs and to the living room where the TV is on. "Molly, hang up. Hang up now." He whispers, "Why? I'm trying to get answers." I add whispering, "Molly? Are you still there? What's going on? You ok?" Caroline asks on the line. "Carol, I have to go. It's important." I seem to get a few words before hanging up.
On the TV is a scene on the news of five people; three girls and two boys that went missing recently, " Three teenage girls aged 16-18 have gone missing since yesterday morning when they were walking to the bus stop on Peahen Lane. Two boys have also went missing near Main street in town last night between the ages of 10-13." That's when it hit me, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... What the fuck does this mean? Are they killing people?!" I start to feel sick; I can feel the panic start to rise, the room spinning. "Sit down, Moll's please just sit down alright? If you were dead what would you do? Would you just eat everyone you saw walking down the street? Or would you want to turn more people?" I'm too dizzy and sick to focus just yet so I whisper, "I'd make more." Stanley nods, "Why?" I shrug, "To take over and make more... Like a global flood." Stanley nods with both hands on my shoulders, "Bingo." He whispers.
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B*tches with Stiches: Book One
Dla nastolatkówMolly Jansen is a 16 year old girl: moody, angry and apparently a witch. When her friends are murdered at a party she doesn't think she can handle the loss of three of the closest girls she ever knew and between the school mourning more over their l...
