Disclaimer: I do not own "The Witch's House" and its characters.
[A/N - Hello there! I usually put notes up here so get used to seeing me here from time to time.
Anyway, I'm sure I'm not the only one who thought the ending of "The Witch's House" was a whole load of bull 8I It was one of the most depressing things I've ever seen. So, I'm sure I'm not the first one to want to make things a little better either. But, to get to a happy ending, sometimes you have to go through hardships and realize what's really important...
And so, the idea for this story began. I hope you enjoy it :3 Any positive feedback or constructive criticism is most welcome!]
Friendship is a beautiful thing.
They say that there is no bigger proof of love than to give your life to save your friends. Of course, people usually assume that the feeling of friendship and fraternal love is not one-sided. Would it still be a great proof of love if it was, though? Would it still be a story of selfless love, or would it then become just pure tragedy?
When I agreed to give my body to you, my friend – just for a day, as you assured – I thought I was giving my own proof of love. I thought I was showing you that, no matter the condition you were in, no matter the illness that continuously ravaged your body, you would always be a dear friend to me. In a way, you were the dearest friend I had, considering how you could die at any moment. I didn't want you to die. It felt unfair that I was healthy and free to walk, run and dance all I wanted, while you were confined to that bed of yours all day. Even if you were a "witch", you were my friend.
So, when you told me about this spell that would allow us to switch bodies, I thought nothing of it. It was my chance to do something for you. All I could do until that point was keep you company, tell you stories about the world that you would never get to see, and hope that my friendship would be enough to keep you happy. I guess that, deep down, I knew that it would never be enough. You wanted to see that world I told you so much about yourself, right? And so I agreed. I allowed you to perform the spell.
And that was the day when I realized that the story between you and I was not a tale of true friendship. It was a story of tragedy… and betrayal. A story of a girl who was willing to do anything to get what she wanted. Even if it meant leaving her only friend to die.
Except… I didn't die. I'm sure you thought I did. My father did shoot me right in front of you, after all. He was convinced that I was a monster; little did he know the real monster was standing right next to him, taking the form of his beloved daughter. You found it funny, didn't you? That I had been killed by my own father, just like your parents were killed by their own daughter.
No, Ellen, I'm afraid I didn't die. I'm still here. Biding my time, waiting for the day we meet again. It doesn't matter how many years went by. It doesn't matter if you've forgotten all about me – I certainly haven't forgotten about you.
Remember the forest I used to go through to visit you? I bet you'll find something interesting there. Your house might have disappeared, but there's a new one in its place. My house.
Go on, Ellen, open the door. I promise the doorknob won't bite. Don't be scared. Aren't I your friend? Trust me, Ellen.
Come to my room.