The Sickness
(A/N: I do not make up the basic plot of this story. A person named Demosthenes created it. I just added a beginning and a middle to his/hers story. It isn't mine. So please don't sue me!)
Prologue
A middle-aged woman walked out of her house into the early morning sunshine. She took a deep breath and smiled. It was a beautiful day, without a cloud in the sky. The woman turned and walked into her garden. The first thing she noticed was that the deer had eaten her rose bushes again. Petals were all over the ground and nearly all the blooms were gone. Would she ever win? She looked around cautiously, searching for any sign of life. There was no sound or movement except for the birds singing and flying around the neighbor's oak tree. Slowly, the woman reached into her pocket and pulled out what looked like a stick of wood. She pointed it at the rose bush and muttered something. The roses slowly started growing again.
What Sandra Bernhard didn't know was that a young girl was watching her. Across the street, kneeling behind a hedge, Kelsey Monroe watched, fascinated, as the flowers grew before her eyes. She had seen this once at a magic show, and now it was happening again! Kelsey stood up, turned, and ran into her house, slamming the slide door open.
"Kelsey! What have I told you about slamming the door?" her father's stern voice shouted from upstairs.
"Sorry, Daddy!" Kelsey called. She ran into the kitchen and up to her mother, who was cooking breakfast.
"Mama!" she said. "I saw a magician! There is a magician outside!"
"What?" her mother said, looking down at her daughter.
"I saw a magician! There's a magician across the street! Come see!"
"Honey, there is no magician outside," her mother said patiently.
"Yes, there was! Come see!" Kelsey pulled on her mother's arm.
Sighing, Mrs. Monroe followed her daughter into the front yard.
"See?" Kelsey pointed across the street.
Sandra had now stuck her wand into the soft ground and it was spraying water everywhere, like a sprinkler.
Mrs. Monroe shaded her eyes against the sun and stared across the street. After a few seconds, she realized what she was looking at. A look of horror passed over her face, and she let out a blood-curdling scream that made Kelsey jump at least four feet into the air. Mrs. Monroe ran into the house, calling for her husband.
Sandra turned and looked straight into Kelsey's eyes. She gasped and plucked her wand out of the ground, getting drenched in the process. The thing, the one thing every witch and wizard was afraid of, had happened to her. She had been seen. She kept staring at Kelsey, who looked back at her in that innocent way five-year olds do. A sliding door opened behind her and a woman, apparently her mother, pulled her inside. She looked at Sandra and shouted, "The police will get you, you evil witch!"
The words chilled Sandra to the bone. She unfroze and heard police sirens very close. She ran into her house and up the stairs just as the police cars squealed to a halt in her driveway. The door opened and five policemen came inside. One went to the kitchen, one to the living room, and three started to climb the stairs. Sandra hid in her room, sweating and shaking. It wasn't just her life at stake now; it was the whole wizarding race.
BANG! BANG! The police were hammering on her bedroom door, which she had locked. Panicking, hardly realizing what she was doing, Sandra opened the window. She threw herself out of it just as the police broke down her bedroom door. Sandra fell two stories and landed on the stone path with a sickening smacking noise. Blood flowed out from under her body, toward the feet of the astonished policemen standing in the front doorway.
Sandra Bernhard was dead.
(A/N: ok, ok, I know, the ending sucked. But tell me what you think, and I'll write more. I promise, this story is really cool.)