Bewitch Me [Book 1 & 2, The Witch's Fate]

Chapter Seventeen - What are you?

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A/N: Hey cupcakes!
Sorry I was so lazy to update 😜, here's a little music for these frustrated magical fellas ;).
"If this night won't be forever, at least we'll be together".
Was that a spoiler? 👀
Yes🤘..
Mwahahaha....
Now getting on with the story now!
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Isabelle

I had missed school for so many days that, I had to start home schooling. It was like nothing cared to me anymore as I've lost everything.

During the homeschooling, I'd have no other option than to look silently at the teacher, but really I'm looking into the person's soul, wishing it was my Grandma's.

Oh Grandma, how I missed you so much.

After five hours of tittle-tattles, work, work and work, I finally had the strength to go to my room and sleep.

If you ask me, I've not been sleeping for four days straight now, and when looking at me, you'd compare me to a zombie.

Just when I was about to close my door, mum called from downstairs announcing someone's arrival. They've been doing this for the past two weeks now. I wonder if they even have feelings. They look sort of happy to me.

I'm not ready to see anyone now...

I've not yet recovered from this.

"Whatever". I grumbled and closed the door without a second thought. I needed time to get through this once and for all.

Most of all, I needed sleep and some breathing space around me. I mean, can't I ever get a break with someone who understands me better?

I need someone who had witnessed the same pain as mine.

Various thoughts got mixed up in my mind, making my eyelids slowly dance to it's tune. I felt sleep gradually take it's toll over me at last. What a huge relief.

It's been two weeks--- and yet sleep had refused to accept me, so now I'm relieved I could've a day to spare for myself.

Drowsily, I got into my bed, pulling my favourite cozy blanket over me---with the bedsheets entirely consuming me.

Somewhere in the middle of my consciousness and sub-consciousness, I heard a familiar song playing in the background---alongside with a female voice. What surprises me is that this music is from my musical box. This is one of the tones Grandma plays for me too.

Grandma?

No, it can't be her.

Julius?

She's here?

How did she get in?

Of course mum brought her here...

Sigh.

Smiling a little bit, I succumbed to the jaws of mother nature's beauty---or not so beauty sleep.

As usual, no dream of my grandma, or any unusual thingy like before...just normal teenage girl dreamy stuffs and weird stuffs that could make you go crazy.

But still, the setting of the dream was in that same garden as it always was, and always is, which still had a link to something I couldn't wrap my head on.

The garden was well...a garden, but when I was walking around, it was like a garden that never had an ending or direction. The atmosphere suddenly turned from day to night-time and soon enough, the moon was creeping out from the hovering clouds.