The Curse Of Life

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Life is the art of dying

-Atticus

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Turns out a lot of your daily tasks are limited with just one arm. This was something Cassy learned throughout the next few days as her left shoulder was impaired, and she was forced to do most things with her right arm.

For most people, it would be an inconvenience, but they could manage. For the unfortunate souls who were left-handed, it was a nightmare. You can guess which category Cassiopeia landed in.

She didn't realise how much she depended on her left arm to do things. Making tea - a simple task that took 7 minutes - now took almost half an hour, many minor burns, and lots of cleaning up. She couldn't even clean up using magic since her wand arm was her left arm.

She was just glad that she had potions to speed up the process. Of course, if she had accepted the offer of vampire blood, she would have been as good as new. But Cassy wasn't going to risk turning into a vampire. She'd rather lose her left arm entirely.

On top of that, Vicki Donovan just had to die. She was becoming dangerous, attacking innocent Elena, so she had to be disposed of. They had come up with some story of Vicki moving somewhere, not even bothering with a place. It wasn't going to last long. One way or another, the truth was going to come out and it wasn't going to be fun.

So now Cassy was left pouting in her room, feeling useless and bored. Not a good combination for the teenage witch. A few sweets lied in front of her, her going through them as her boredom increased. It was early in the hours of the morning, so there was no Stefan to argue with and no Damon to fight. She wasn't even sure if Damon was in the Salvatore Boarding house at the moment.

Finally deciding that she should probably be more productive than spending her time eating all of her unhealthy food in one go, Cassy left the safety of her room. It was a subtle but strange sensation. When in her room, she wasn't fully aware of all the magic inside. It was only when she leaves that she notices the absence of it.

Cassy made her way downstairs, the sound of birds twittering annoying her to no end. She was tired and grouchy, no sleeping position seemed to reduce the pain in her shoulder so she was left staring out of her window and eating all of her food.

Hopefully, after a nice cup of tea, she would feel better.

The witch rubbed her eye with her right hand, grabbing all of the things she needed for her tea. When she grabbed the water, her weaker arm trembled at the weight. Water was heavier than it looked.

Thankfully, she finished with minimal accidents and mess, lowering her stress. The witch turned around, expecting to be alone due to how early it was. What she wasn't expecting, was a tall blonde woman to be leaning against the doorway.