I'm a witch. I'm not a chess piece, so why am I being played like one? Because I've always been selfless up until now. I've literally sacrificed everything for my 'so called friends'. The 'friends' that said they were getting me out of this prison world, but then abandoned me yet again. Leaving me to rot in hell alone, forever alone. You know what? Screw them. They only care about me when I'm of use to them. When I have magic, and when I don't, they don't give a damn about me. Even when I do have magic they don't give a damn about me, so why the hell should I give a damn about them? If I get out, no, when I get out of here, I'm gonna give them all a piece of my mind. And I'm not gonna sacrifice anymore of my life trying to protect them. They can protect their own damn selves-they're vampires for crying out loud! Why did I let them use me? Because they're my friends, they're supposed to care about me as much as I care about them, I thought they cared about me. I guess they never did though. When I get out I'm gonna ditch them all, leave town, and never say a word to any of them ever again. They won't even know I'm alive, nor will they care. I'm gonna live my own life far, far away from vampires, grow old, fall in love- oh Jeremy. No, I'm gonna fall in love with someone human, someone that has no knowledge of the supernatural world. And I'm gonna get married and start a family, and finally find happiness of my own. Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do now, if only I could figure out how I'm gonna get out of here without my magic.