B*tches with Stiches: Book One

28 Now...

It was Monday and I was surprisingly asleep for twelve hours which didn't happen very often but apparently I felt I needed it. I woke up that morning a slight pain still in my chest part of me kept wondering what it was while another part of me didn't wanna know. All I know was I had never been so glad to have been well rested and actually ready for school. I took a shower and set out my clothes on the sink ledge once I was in the shower I couldn't help but notice the small scar in the middle of my chest. I poked at it and flinched slightly but it didn't hurt by much just felt sore more than anything that's when it all came rushing back at once. Matt Gillian, the date, nightshade, Esme and Kari, the shots, the town, Cassius, Stanley, the stabbing pain. I could even tell you what life after death was like: it's nothing like what those dead bitches described. It wasn't dark and lonely, it wasn't the nothing I'd been lied to about in fact it was a place that I would have probably wanted to stay. A place where Grandmother was; this wonderful garden of some sort where every fruit and tree that's never grown on Earth. It was the place that Adam and Eve once happened to roam the place where no witch ever dated to be let in for their ways but somehow I made it; somehow I was in Heaven. I didn't realize I was crying until I was out of the shower I fell to my knees what was funny I wasn't crying about my death or about what had happened to me enough to cause this bullshit but my grandmother had died and mom never thought to tell me.... Aunt Caroline never said anything.

I dried my tears and headed out into the snow it had already snowed yesterday and most of the night by now it was about six inches deep. As I walked down the sidewalk I couldn't help but be so angry at my mom, her sisters how the hell could they do that? Why didn't anyone tell me? I mean I was the closest to grandmother than any of them I deserved the most out of all of them to at least be at the funeral... To at least thank her for everything she's taught me; for believing in me. I finally got to school and headed for my locker I took out my books all of a sudden a small note fell out of my English book I didn't open it right away but I knew it was specifically for me cause on the front read my name.

I made it to first period and glanced around being sure no one would disturb this moment have it be of import so I gave in and opened the envelope,

Molly,

I love you dearly my sweet,  grandchild for the longest time you were the only one I ever had put my faith into. I knew you would save yourself and if not the world but just beware: all jobs start small. I was the one who contacted you through that phone that day. I know where you go and where you have been, I am everywhere. I understand you feel saddened and alone right now and sometimes your family may not comprehend you but understand this: you have a gift, a light inside you that is brighter then anyone I have ever seen. I chose you so young because I knew you would be able to do tremendous things someday and as always I was correct. To make a long letter short there are some things about this strong light you need to learn about.
1) You will always have an enemy. Whether it be a living person or an undead demon they will always try to take that light never let them have it.
2) Family is the essential to any art form. The love you have for your mother and all who live in your household will be your guide.
And finally 3) Sometimes you have to sacrifice for the sake of the others. Whether it be a coven or your family.
I will always be with you, Molly.

Love, Grandmother

I didn't know I was crying until a bunch of students were staring at me wondering what the hell was happening, "Molly, are you alright?" I was asked I didn't reply but merely nodded. "If you would like I suggest you go to the counclers office. I can only imagine how hard it must be to lose your friends and a boyfriend in only a few weeks. You're excused." I got up in a hurry and immediately left the class. I didn't care where I was going or what I was doing being a crying mess I didn't really notice anything or anyone. All I know was that I was headed toward the exit and out into the street.