see my mother. She is throwing her fire balls at me, setting the forest on fire. I stop to cough; it’s getting hard to breathe. Then I am pushed from behind. I fall to the ground, and then I feel this pain in my shoulder blades, like someone is taking a knife and slicing my skin. I scream out in pain.
“PLEASE stop ; it hurts.” Then I am tossed over onto my back and I stare at my real mother, Amelia, and some old guy.
“Abem , did you see any wings? Tell me now, or so help me I will end your life.”
“Amelia , I don’t see any signs of wings sprouting from this girl’s back. It seems to me she only has witch blood.”
“Very well, then move out of my way.” She pushes Abem aside and stands above me. She pulls out a dagger and starts to chant. It is in some other language; which, I do not know. She takes the blade to her lips and kisses it, and then she takes my hand and slices it open.
She start s laughing. “Now that this athame has only had your blood on it, you are the only one that can be killed by it.”
“Killing me will only make you a horrible mother ,” I say to her, not sure of why I choose to egg her on. “Oh wait, you already are.” As the athame starts for my heart, I close my eyes and hope my powers can save me.
“N o! You were not supposed to have powers in your dream! Abem! You have lied to me!” I slowly open my eyes and see the purple force field glowing strong around me. I try to sit up, but the pain in my back is too excruciating. I feel the wetness of blood flowing out of the cuts. I try once more to stand, and I see Amelia standing there with anger in her eyes.
“You will never get away with this; I will kill you.”
I w ake up to my own screaming. My back is burning so bad. I notice it is wet, so I switch on the lamp and look at the sheets. They are covered in blood. I get up and walk to the full length mirror. I take off my shirt and look at my back. I put my hand over my mouth at the horror I am seeing. There are two gashes on my back where my shoulder blades are. I start to sob.
I have no idea how long I sob, or when I f all asleep again, but when I wake up again and look at the alarm clock it reads 6:42am. Crap , I think. I need to get up and get ready for school. I grab my suitcase and take out a pair of black jeans and a black sweater. My back is in so much pain that I have to go bra-less today. I pull my long hair into a ponytail, slip on my flats, and head to the bathroom. After I get done with the bathroom, I head for the kitchen where Kaleigh is making coffee.
“Good morning, ” I say as I enter the room hesitantly. She doesn’t look up at me, and I sigh. “I am so sorry that Cameron brought me here last night.”
“Cordelia ,” she begins, “after school we need to talk. I don’t think you being here will work out.”
I am shocked and want to cry, but I try not to let it show on my face. “Okay; I will get my things and be on my way, and you will never hear from me again.”
Without waiting for her to say anything else, I walk out of the kitchen to grab my things. I have no idea where I will go. I could go live in the shed at my old house, but the man I had considered my father for years would probably kill me if he ever discovers me there. As I am collecting my things, I remember there is an abandoned cabin behind my house. It’s a few miles back in the woods, but that’s my only hope.
I walk out the door and head to the cabin. It is really chilly outside; I can see my own breath in the air. I finally make it to the beautiful cabin. I found this place when I was 12 after my fake father started to beat me, and it had filled me with such a sense of peace that I had always considered it my safe place. I walk to the door and pray that it is not locked. I turn the knob and finally something goes my way. I step in and the floor creaks a little. I put down my suitcase and walk around. It is an old place. It has one bedroom that has an old bed, and one
“PLEASE stop ; it hurts.” Then I am tossed over onto my back and I stare at my real mother, Amelia, and some old guy.
“Abem , did you see any wings? Tell me now, or so help me I will end your life.”
“Amelia , I don’t see any signs of wings sprouting from this girl’s back. It seems to me she only has witch blood.”
“Very well, then move out of my way.” She pushes Abem aside and stands above me. She pulls out a dagger and starts to chant. It is in some other language; which, I do not know. She takes the blade to her lips and kisses it, and then she takes my hand and slices it open.
She start s laughing. “Now that this athame has only had your blood on it, you are the only one that can be killed by it.”
“Killing me will only make you a horrible mother ,” I say to her, not sure of why I choose to egg her on. “Oh wait, you already are.” As the athame starts for my heart, I close my eyes and hope my powers can save me.
“N o! You were not supposed to have powers in your dream! Abem! You have lied to me!” I slowly open my eyes and see the purple force field glowing strong around me. I try to sit up, but the pain in my back is too excruciating. I feel the wetness of blood flowing out of the cuts. I try once more to stand, and I see Amelia standing there with anger in her eyes.
“You will never get away with this; I will kill you.”
I w ake up to my own screaming. My back is burning so bad. I notice it is wet, so I switch on the lamp and look at the sheets. They are covered in blood. I get up and walk to the full length mirror. I take off my shirt and look at my back. I put my hand over my mouth at the horror I am seeing. There are two gashes on my back where my shoulder blades are. I start to sob.
I have no idea how long I sob, or when I f all asleep again, but when I wake up again and look at the alarm clock it reads 6:42am. Crap , I think. I need to get up and get ready for school. I grab my suitcase and take out a pair of black jeans and a black sweater. My back is in so much pain that I have to go bra-less today. I pull my long hair into a ponytail, slip on my flats, and head to the bathroom. After I get done with the bathroom, I head for the kitchen where Kaleigh is making coffee.
“Good morning, ” I say as I enter the room hesitantly. She doesn’t look up at me, and I sigh. “I am so sorry that Cameron brought me here last night.”
“Cordelia ,” she begins, “after school we need to talk. I don’t think you being here will work out.”
I am shocked and want to cry, but I try not to let it show on my face. “Okay; I will get my things and be on my way, and you will never hear from me again.”
Without waiting for her to say anything else, I walk out of the kitchen to grab my things. I have no idea where I will go. I could go live in the shed at my old house, but the man I had considered my father for years would probably kill me if he ever discovers me there. As I am collecting my things, I remember there is an abandoned cabin behind my house. It’s a few miles back in the woods, but that’s my only hope.
I walk out the door and head to the cabin. It is really chilly outside; I can see my own breath in the air. I finally make it to the beautiful cabin. I found this place when I was 12 after my fake father started to beat me, and it had filled me with such a sense of peace that I had always considered it my safe place. I walk to the door and pray that it is not locked. I turn the knob and finally something goes my way. I step in and the floor creaks a little. I put down my suitcase and walk around. It is an old place. It has one bedroom that has an old bed, and one
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