praying that the vines will stop growing

"IM NOT A WITCH!" I screamed at the sky as the vines grew ever taller.
"calm down Alexa. We have one week left and I can train you, we can see each other." his voice, Alastars, it wasn't in my head. where was he hiding. I'd done my waiting, I'd taken my insults, enough was enough. twenty years not knowing my brothers face, five years without hearing my moms voice. five years of being looked at without someone to defend me. the rain poured harder, it turned to ice. burning ice. not hale, harder, colder. This was me. not an act of nature. Me burning people with ice. Me finally getting revenge, turning the tables, letting the witch in me out.
" attention people of this worthless town! people who burnt my mom at the stake, people wh-"
he came out of the treeline, shivering. I don't know how I knew it was him, I just did. he'd broken every rule of being a witch, to come save me from myself.
The vines kept growing, crushing the church, what if he can't stop this?