A Witch's Scorn

Chapter Two

By now you're probably really confused. Well, so was I. Welcome to the hell I call my childhood. So far, life was one big dramatic mystery. Cliff notes version-mom was killed by a freak demon, my family hates me and I had been...raped.

I could never really bring myself to say it. The word seem to create a burning acid in my mouth. The term brought back vivid memories of the horrid night. Every time the thought of rape crept in my made I immediately blocked it. However, the incident did make me stronger. First, it taught me to trust no one and to hate all, especially men. It also served a key to unlocking my powers.

Now as far as my power was concerned, I knew as much as you did-not a thing-but the night of my attack, I certainly knew I had them. After completely shattering the glass in my window and blowing more door of the hinges, I panicked, big time. I was sure my dad would come running in my room to find me on the bed, with nothing but ripped clothing. The window and door were not my concerned; I leapt from my bed and ripped off my clothes. I threw on a pair of pajamas and jumped into bed, waiting for my father to walk in. Of course he never did.

The next morning I told him that a man tried to break into the house, busting the window. I also lied and told him I was so scared, I knocked down the door to get it. My father's only response was, "Too bad they did not take you!"

How could he say that! How on earth could he say that to his own daughter, his own flesh and blood? My blood began to boil and my cheeks began to flush. "I'm going to school!" I sighed as I stormed out to the elevator.

All my emotions were bubbling inside me. I was freaking gang rapped for crying out loud, at 14! As if that traumatic event wasn't enough, no one cared. I was completely and utterly alone. Then throw in the fact that I apparently had powers and my father hated me. My eyes began to water, I couldn't go to school.

I decided to go to central park instead, which proved to be another dumb decision. I held my purse close to my side, terrified someone would take it, and I had good reason to believe this. As I walked around the park, wallowing in my sadness, a man dressed in black ran by and grabbed my purse.

"Hey," I screamed! He would not let go, he just kept pulling. "Please help me!" I cried! It was like a sudden flashback! All I could see and hear was me screaming for help the night before. Rage began to rush through me. My chest began to burn with a flame of hatred and my fingers tingled with disgust.

"I said get away from me!" I screamed as I pushed him away. A sound of rushing wind startled us both, as a wave of rippling, shimmering, green energy rushed from my hands. The man was hurled backwards into the air, lifted at least twenty feet from the ground. He vanished in the nearby trees.

Terrified, I ran away. Had I killed that man? What had I done?

You used your powers!

Great, the voice in my head had returned. It reminded me of my attack, I certainly did not want to think about it. I tried to ignore the voice and began to briskly walk through the park. I absent mindedly put my hand around my neck, feeling my mother's necklace. It was a strange little locket; I had in for as long as I could remember. It was the only thing I had to remember my mother by.

Open the locket.

I came to a stop. I looked at the locket in confusion. "I've tried," I sighed aloud.

Put it on the ground.

Now I was scared. This was more than a conscious, it had to be. Did other people have voices in their head that actually spoke to them? Like an idiot, I took of the necklace and laid it on the ground.

Shoot it!

"How?" I gasped, shocked that the voice was giving me instructions.

Focus, concentrate your rage, your pain, and all your hurt.