The World of the Witches

Passion to a New World

Chapter 4

  My heart no longer had a beat. The heat that once ran through my body left a cold touch. My throat felt swollen, and my eyes burned. I could no longer hear the sirens that once wailed as they attempted to reach the scene in time to save everyone. The only smell that reached my nose was smoke and lots of iron; the iron coming from the blood that was now a puddle around me.

    He grabbed my arms to raise me up to look at him, but I could see was the dried tears that were still frozen in my eyes. I tried moving my fingers but they were too shaky on their own. I didn’t even have any strength to move my own arms; I was weak physically and mentally. Finally I could vaguely hear him speak.

     “Jaclaire listen to me. The demons have begun their hunt for you. If you don’t come back with me now they will have no mercy against your sisters. They’ve gave you their warning.”

      My heart sank even lower. I had to leave with him, whether I believed in witches or not. I only need to believe in the words that were painted by demons across Ria’s now obliterated car. I don’t belong here. I need to leave as soon as possible for Lyndsay and Makayla’s sake. I can’t lose any more of my family.

     I know he read my mind, because he set me down and told me I was making the right decision.

      It took me a while to learn how to walk again, but when I did learn we walked to his car that he had parked a while away. He drove a black 2015 BMW I8. My body was still numb to emotions, so I was nowhere close to shocked to seeing such a car. Once we arrived at my house, I slowly exited the car and inched my ragged body to the door. When Lyndsay saw me in such a state she sat me down to take care of me.

     “What happened to you?” She asked. Makayla stood behind her looking worried. She should worry for her own sickness. I now knew she didn’t just constantly get strep throat. She was dying. She lied to me all these years. I suddenly became furious with the two of them. My once numb body now had a racing heartbeat. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth.

     “Nothing.” I lied. It was the least I could do since all they did was lie to my entire life, hiding the fact that Makayla was dying like it was none of my business. The nerves in my body fired up from the dead state they were once in. I stormed out of the room and went upstairs and slammed my bedroom door as I walked in. It was time to change my image. I was not going to be the blood-consuming girl people once knew.

      Some may see it as nothing to change their hair, but I saw it as everything. My hair still holds blood of my brother to this very day. I did dearly miss him, but with every day that passed without the red draining from my hair I cried. It was like a curse placed onto me for killing my brother. I don’t want to be reminded of his head exploding every time I look in the mirror. I rummaged through my drawers looking for the hair dye I had once bought but never used because I didn’t want to lose the only piece of my brother I still had. When I couldn’t find it I went for the bleach.

     If I couldn’t find the hair dye I would have to get rid of this god awful color myself. I poured two entire gallons of bleach into a bucket and stripped. No need to mess up my clothes. I got into the bathtub and poured the bleach over my hair, but in the process of this I am also choking on the chemical’s strong smell. Making sure I got the job, I poured one last gallon in and let my hair soak in it for twenty minutes. Once I was done I rinsed. It’s a good thing I did what I did, but I realized at the same time that if someone else had done what I did they probably would have died from the chemicals. Neclousen did say a witch’s body was different than a human’s.

       When my hair finally dried I looked at myself in the mirror in shock. My eyes were glowing red. After a couple of seconds it faded but left a burned red behind, erasing my silver in the process. What the hell did I do? I really hope this is another part of being a witch. I changed out of my bloody clothes and into black leather pants, black leather flat boots that went up to right below my knees, a black tank top, and a black leather jacket. The reason I wear so much black is because it matches the color of my heart.