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Margaret stood up quickly, unsure of how exactly she was supposed to accomplish running away.
Her family was on the poorer side of the draw when it came to money so she didn't possess a multitude of valuables that's she'd need to bring.
She had the pale ivory comb in her hand it's birchwood texture smoothed by varnish. The banshee had said to keep it with her at all costs so, considering she didn't have any pockets, she wrapped her thick locks of red hair into a half-assed ponytail and stuck the comb into the front of it.
It had been around an hour and a half since she'd escaped her confined room making her wonder if the sun actually contributed to the waking of her family.
Spotting her shoes in the corner where she'd left them the day before, she lifted them up and slipped them onto the rough souls of her feet.
Should she go and get a few things from the house?
No. They'd catch her in the act and then she'd have to explain to them why she had wanted to take the things in the first place and then she'd have to tell them that she was actually a banshee. They'd think her crazy and she'd be sent to the ward.
Margaret stepped over the large bloodstain that she'd left as she headed towards the large towering doors in front of her.
They were still wide open as she'd left them so there was no struggle getting out of the shed.
The day was sunny and bright similar to a summers day but with mid-September scenery. Though the thoughts of leaving her family were depressing for the girl she couldn't help but smile at how nice of a journey it would be.
She'd read about these types of adventures in the novels at the church. There were only a few but they were all about forgetting your worries and travelling with no consequences.
And that was all Margaret wanted to do.
But there were so many consequences, it was scary and unknown to the girl.
None the less the oblivious young teenager walked a short way down the footpath before taking a sharp left away from the direction of her house and instead to the stream where she'd have picnics with her family every summer.
The grass was growing gradually taller the further she walked downhill. Her mind started to wander as it focussed mindlessly on the sky above. She really hadn't thought her plan through all that much.
Where was she to go? She couldn't exactly put the burden of her abilities onto another family, could she?
Margaret decided she was to just keep walking until she could no more, for she was bound to get help one way or another.
She reached a clearing in which the grass was not halfway up her leg and was instead flattened for harvesting. This made the next few minutes of walking a tiny bit easier on the girl.
Margaret was only now wondering how her new "abilities" worked. How exactly could she predict death? The idea of death, in general, scared her.
Her shoe landed on some harder ground as she stepped away from the soggy grassland behind her. She had reached the border of her family's farmland and was now nearly at the river.
There was a small forest surrounding the stream though it wasn't extremely dark as the trees were spaced out nicely and the canopy wasn't too full.
When her feet brought her to her destination she took a seat at the edge of the river, the blue tint so clear you could see the beds underneath.
Lily pads scattered the water holding strong as frogs hopped from one to the other. The whole scene was beautiful in Margaret's eyes but they couldn't really take in everything when the lump in her throat was so unbelievably uncomfortable.
The amount of stress she was about to put her family through was awful and it was all on her behalf.
A few things surrounded her such as the large oak tree that sat on the bank of the river giving a hefty amount of shade to whoever sought it.
The redhead reached over the bank suddenly thirsty. Her hands scooped a large sum of water which wasn't exactly clean.
Margaret was lifting the water towards her mouth when she caught her reflection in the crystal clear liquid.
She grabbed the bottom of her orange main and brought it to an arm's length away from her head.
An arm's length.
Her hair had grown the length of her arms in a matter of hours not to mention the fact that her hair itself had darkened to an extremely deep shade at the roots leaving her blondish-reddish hair at the bottom.
Panic started to make it's way up Margaret's body giving her goosebumps everywhere. She scanned her reflection in the water and felt sick to the throat. It was true. Completely true.
She had had tiny hopes that maybe, just maybe, everything actually had been a dream. That she maybe wouldn't have to run away from home but it was still definitely real and she had no possible way of going back to her old self but oh how she wished she could.
Tearing her watery eyes away from the water she spotted the large shady oak tree a few meters away. The trees branches were full of beautiful black ravens that' had taken a liking to its many floors.
She tardily crawled to the tree's roots which made the ground incredibly uneven. The redhead laid her back against the tree as tears ran down her cheeks.
Her silent cry's eventually turned into low sobs as Margaret brought her knees towards her chest wrapping her arms securely around them. She stayed like that, in a ball for a while.
The low sobs after some time turned into loud wails that were uncontrollable on Margaret behalf.
The cry's caused the ravens that had taken refuge on the branches of the tree to scatter. The loud noises that came from the birds as they flew made the frogs take cover in fear of being attacked.
Her sobs became so loud that in fact she had to cover her hears for fear of bursting her drums. The tree had started to shake around her scaring the girl but she was unable to control herself.
Margaret screams we're just becoming louder and all the girl could do was sit and cover her ears.
Her whole body had started to heat up making an involuntary twitching commence. Whatever her screams were trying to achieve, maybe a coping mechanism?
they weren't working
The tree started to dissolve as did the sky. Margaret looked down at her hands who too were beginning to lose their shape. She was terrified at the destruction she was beginning to cause to herself and her surroundings.
An array of colours shot out from an unknown place in the surrounding area, nearly blinding the redhead who only now realized what awful things she was doing.
She tried to stop her screaming to get it all to go back to normal but it was too late
~authors note~
Y'all I finished it. The backstory.
Only took me a month and a few mental breakdowns but hey it's complete.
I'm literally soooooooo excited for the next few chapters cuz like she's iN tHE fUtUrE. Ahhhh thanks for those of you who've read to this far without dying because of my writing skills
