This was getting frustrating.
She sat down and looked at dad. “Do you want
to tell her or should I?”
Dad thought for a moment. “You had better.
You know the stories better than I ever will.”
“What stories?” What had I gotten myself
into? What had I done?
“Our family is special, Crimson. Though I
wouldn’t call it special; it is more of a curse than anything. We
are drawn to them. I was once like you honey. I wanted a cat more
than anything. But your grandma wouldn’t let me have one. I didn’t
understand. She wouldn’t tell me why. So one day, I brought one
home from a friend’s house. I kept it a secret from both her and
your grandpa.”
I stared at her, awestruck. “So, you did
kind of the same thing I did then? So you can’t be too mad at me,
can you?”
“Yes and no. I do understand, but it doesn’t
make it right. I’m getting to that. What happened after tore my
world apart.” She was on the verge of tears, but choked them
back.
“What happened mom?” I was starting to get
very worried.
“People started dying.” She said it so
blatantly, that I thought it was a joke. But the look on her face
said otherwise.
“What do you mean people started dying?” I
couldn’t even wrap my head around it. “What does death have to do
with cats?”
“Brace yourself sweetie; this isn’t an easy
pill to swallow. Cats, they aren’t just cats. They are something
more than that, something evil. Not everyone knows the truth, not
everyone can see it.”
“See what? You’re not making any sense.” I
was so frustrated.
“See them for what they really are. They are
witches.”
“Witches? But they don’t exist, they’re just
in fairytales. This can’t be real.” I was shaking. Could it be
real? No, this couldn’t be real. But mom and dad’s faces, they were
somber, serious. They had no reason to lie about this.
“Our ancestors were one of the original
families that were able to see the truth. To see cats for what they
really were. I thought I could shelter you from it all, much like
your grandmother thought she could do for me. It apparently isn’t
as easy as I would have hoped it would have been. But I didn’t have
the guidance that I needed.” She was fighting back tears now.
“Crimson, the witches, they killed your grandma and grandpa.”
I shook my head. No, this couldn’t be true.
It just couldn’t. “I don’t believe you. This is insane. Witches
aren’t real! They aren’t! Why would you tell me this? I want to
know the truth.” I got up from the table and stormed out of the
room, ran up to my bedroom and slammed the door shut behind me.
The kitten woke up when he heard the door
slam. He got up from the blanket he was curled up on, did a stretch
and yawn, then sauntered over where I had collapsed on the bed. He
started meowing at me. I peered over the side of the bed. He was
looking up at me. I couldn’t help but smile.
How could this poor, little, innocent
creature be a witch? It couldn’t be true, it just couldn’t. I
picked him up and set him on the bed next to me. He curled up next
to me, and started purring. I lay there, petting him. It was
comforting. I needed that. As I lay there, I decided that my kitten
needed a name. I pondered over it for a while, then it struck me, I
would call him Cinder. I didn’t know how or where I came up with
it, but I just knew that it was right.
When I woke up, it was still dark outside. I
looked at my alarm clock. It was 3 a.m. My stomach was growling. I
hadn’t eaten dinner, so I decided to head to the kitchen to make
myself a snack. What I saw when I got downstairs was unnerving,
terrifying. All the dishes were still sitting on the dining room
table. Nothing had been put away. That wasn’t like my mom at
all.
Something just felt wrong, very wrong. I ran
back upstairs and knocked on my parent’s bedroom door and called
out their names. I got no response, but if they were sleeping, they
more than likely wouldn’t hear me.
She sat down and looked at dad. “Do you want
to tell her or should I?”
Dad thought for a moment. “You had better.
You know the stories better than I ever will.”
“What stories?” What had I gotten myself
into? What had I done?
“Our family is special, Crimson. Though I
wouldn’t call it special; it is more of a curse than anything. We
are drawn to them. I was once like you honey. I wanted a cat more
than anything. But your grandma wouldn’t let me have one. I didn’t
understand. She wouldn’t tell me why. So one day, I brought one
home from a friend’s house. I kept it a secret from both her and
your grandpa.”
I stared at her, awestruck. “So, you did
kind of the same thing I did then? So you can’t be too mad at me,
can you?”
“Yes and no. I do understand, but it doesn’t
make it right. I’m getting to that. What happened after tore my
world apart.” She was on the verge of tears, but choked them
back.
“What happened mom?” I was starting to get
very worried.
“People started dying.” She said it so
blatantly, that I thought it was a joke. But the look on her face
said otherwise.
“What do you mean people started dying?” I
couldn’t even wrap my head around it. “What does death have to do
with cats?”
“Brace yourself sweetie; this isn’t an easy
pill to swallow. Cats, they aren’t just cats. They are something
more than that, something evil. Not everyone knows the truth, not
everyone can see it.”
“See what? You’re not making any sense.” I
was so frustrated.
“See them for what they really are. They are
witches.”
“Witches? But they don’t exist, they’re just
in fairytales. This can’t be real.” I was shaking. Could it be
real? No, this couldn’t be real. But mom and dad’s faces, they were
somber, serious. They had no reason to lie about this.
“Our ancestors were one of the original
families that were able to see the truth. To see cats for what they
really were. I thought I could shelter you from it all, much like
your grandmother thought she could do for me. It apparently isn’t
as easy as I would have hoped it would have been. But I didn’t have
the guidance that I needed.” She was fighting back tears now.
“Crimson, the witches, they killed your grandma and grandpa.”
I shook my head. No, this couldn’t be true.
It just couldn’t. “I don’t believe you. This is insane. Witches
aren’t real! They aren’t! Why would you tell me this? I want to
know the truth.” I got up from the table and stormed out of the
room, ran up to my bedroom and slammed the door shut behind me.
The kitten woke up when he heard the door
slam. He got up from the blanket he was curled up on, did a stretch
and yawn, then sauntered over where I had collapsed on the bed. He
started meowing at me. I peered over the side of the bed. He was
looking up at me. I couldn’t help but smile.
How could this poor, little, innocent
creature be a witch? It couldn’t be true, it just couldn’t. I
picked him up and set him on the bed next to me. He curled up next
to me, and started purring. I lay there, petting him. It was
comforting. I needed that. As I lay there, I decided that my kitten
needed a name. I pondered over it for a while, then it struck me, I
would call him Cinder. I didn’t know how or where I came up with
it, but I just knew that it was right.
When I woke up, it was still dark outside. I
looked at my alarm clock. It was 3 a.m. My stomach was growling. I
hadn’t eaten dinner, so I decided to head to the kitchen to make
myself a snack. What I saw when I got downstairs was unnerving,
terrifying. All the dishes were still sitting on the dining room
table. Nothing had been put away. That wasn’t like my mom at
all.
Something just felt wrong, very wrong. I ran
back upstairs and knocked on my parent’s bedroom door and called
out their names. I got no response, but if they were sleeping, they
more than likely wouldn’t hear me.
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