Unnatural// 5SOS & 1D

Bewitching// part eight

c.h: Rituals

After my fight with Trinity, I felt terrible. Not because of the things I said but because.. Well, I wasn't exactly sure why. My stomach was in knots and wouldn't settle down. I barely ate my dinner, which worried my mom. She sent me straight to my room to get some rest. I didn't need rest though. I needed to figure out the next step from here. Trinity definitely knew I wasn't under her control now, there was no denying that. But how would she react? Would she kill me because I knew? Would her friends do it for her? It was the anticipation that was killing me.

After a long, hot shower, I came out of the bathroom feeling a bit more refreshed but stressed out none the less. I had been looking up lore on witches, trying to find the spell the girls used so long ago to attain their powers but typing 'Spells to turn someone into a witch' wasn't exactly a hot topic in Google. All that came up were bullshit websites that didn't sound like anything that Trinity and the girls had gone through.

Although I turned off my light around eleven, I didn't manage to go to sleep until two in the morning. That was when my restless mind finally gave up and let me pass out. My dreams wouldn't let me escape those girls though.

I woke up in a cold sweat on the ground. But it wasn't the hardwood floor of my room. It was grass and dirt and leaves. I was outside, in the forest. Panting a little and sitting up, I wiped my forehead free of sweat. Despite the cold air, I was sweating like a pig. I knew it was a dream. I knew it was but I couldn't wake up. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them, willing myself to wake up, to be back in my bed but to no avail.

"Calum." A voice whispered my name. The sound made me shiver in fear. It didn't sound like Trinity. "Calum." The voice repeated. It was echoed by several others. Startled, I stood up and whirled around, trying to find the source of the voices. "Calllum." The voice wailed again, amplified by the number of people calling for me.

Instead of replying, I ran. The voice started to laugh. The sound bounced off the trees, ran with me through the forest and seemed to chase after me itself. They were mocking me. "What do you want?" I demanded, skidding to a stop and nearly crashing into a tree. Instead, I leaned up against it. My legs becoming weak from sprinting.

"You." The first voice said.

"You." Another echoed. On and on and on. It felt like a hand had reached inside my chest and was squeezing on my heart. Was this what a panic attack felt like?

"Trinity stop it!" I shouted, hoping that would help me. Instead, everything in the forest stopped. The chirping of crickets, the rustle of leaves on the ground. All I could hear was my loud breathing and the sound of my heart in my throat. A sound ripped through the trees. It was low at first but grew increasingly louder as it reached me. The sound was of strangled screams.

The dream changed then and I seemed to fall through the forest floor before landing on someone else's carpeted bedroom. My hands shaking, I refused to look up but my curiosity got the best of me as I heard the almost ritualistic chanting of voices. Female ones.

When I finally looked up, I found a scene unlike any other. Before me were eight, black hooded girls. They were standing in a circle and chanting. Their arms outstretched, palms up. Their fingertips barely brushed each other's. A large amount of candles sat in the middle of their circle, candles of every kind and of every size. That wasn't what unnerved me though. What unnerved me was the limp body of a guy hovering above the candles.

Standing, I walked around the small circle, making sure to have a berth of at least five feet. What the hell were they doing? What were they saying? Who was the guy in the middle? As I walked around towards his face, he suddenly turned to me and I froze in my spot. It was Sam Murphy. His eyes were wide and he mouthed Help Me. But I couldn't do anything but watch as the ground fell yet again and I was sucked away into some other nightmare.