The Witchdoctor's Son

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Desperation

I wake up having now understood fear. There is a puddle in my bed. I've passed my sheets. I haven't done that since I was 7 years old. But I realized the worst was over. Whatever spell they had put on us had worn off. I understood pain. I understood sadness. I walk over to the room and notice the others. I'm the last one awake.

I walk in the room where all the others already are. They are scattered everywhere. You can tell we survived an attack, we all looked like wounded birds. I want to say something like the worse is over to cheer them up.

I don't get the chance.

Notch hands me a tablet. I hadn't known at this point that Eden had an interweb system that all the students signed on to.

"It's everywhere..."

There are videos of the white witches. You didn't see their face but they were recording us while we were asleep having nightmares. In the video, we were tossing and turning. Some of us were sweating through the nightmare the white witches gave us. I notice surprisingly seeing Jagger of all people crying in his sleep.

And then there was me. There was a video of someone sneaking into my room the night before. They undress me. They play with me.

I push the video away unable to watch anymore.

"What the fuck..." I state.

None of them say anything back to me. Fatima has made something for her and her brother Blanco to eat in the kitchenette area. They don't even acknowledge me when I walk into the room. Jagger is sitting on the couch with his head dragging between his legs. Notch is posted up against a wall staring at the ceiling. Then there were the Atwood girls. Circe was tearing up and Aviva was slowly stroking her back.

It looked like we'd just walked out of a funeral and I knew we had.

"Did they really just do that to us?"

Notch looks obsessed with his tablet. Out of everyone here, he was supposed to be the popular one. He had that swag that a lot of girls liked plus he smuggled shit into school. He should have been popular except for one thing.

And he says that one thing out loud, "We are red witches. They think they can get away with fucking with us..."

I felt violated more than I have in my entire life. These people not only entered my dreams but they entered my fucking room while I was asleep!

"The blood. The blood. The blood," Circe states.

"What's wrong with her?" I ask.

"The blood. The blood."

She repeats it over and over, ignoring my question. It's her sister who shakes her head.

"She's been like this since she woke up," Aviva responds, "I think we are all having some trouble getting over the dream attack."

"I'd rather a physical attack," Jagger states, "I rather they have taken a fucking club to the back of my head then what happened last night. They can't fucking treat us like this."

There was the look of true rage on his face. He gets up and starts pacing back and forth. His eyes were a bloodshot red and he was breathing uncontrollably. I can feel the tension streaming off of him. It makes me wonder what he saw last night.

"Look. I'll smooth things over," Notch states, "I got some product that I know the White witches will go for. It'll get them off our back."

I can't believe Notch. Here he was thinking his resourcefulness would get us out of trouble. He says it as though it's nothing as well. He had to have been in pain about what happened last night. If he experienced a quarter of what I experienced then he had to be livid. But he still had to find a way to "Hustle" his way out of this.