Dirty Little Secrets
I met her gaze with my own, never once wavering or flinching despite the coldness in her eyes and the current circumstances. The rain had long soaked through my hoodie and jeans, washing away the remnants of once drying blood from my cuts and scrapes. She need not bound my wrists, for I was so weak already, having probably obtained a concussion from the head wound I had received earlier. Even now her image flittered before my eyes.
So this was death. I stared up into her beautiful face, taking in every angle of perfection, and I knew that she would be my undoing.
She raised her wand, her crimson lips tilting upward to reveal a cruel smile. Above us, lightning flashed, revealing the forming spell in her eyes and instilling a way of terror within me. Perhaps she would be kind and make it quick, however, the sneer appearing on her pretty little face told me otherwise.
Oh, Lord. Help me. I had not prayed in years, but I did now. With every ounce of want and terror within my soul I prayed for the strength to survive. I needed to survive. Wanted to survive. I finally had found my reason for living and now death spit in my face, mocking everything I had won.
How did I get here? How did I manage to end up bleeding to death beneath the will of my former friend's wand? Hadn't we been besties only weeks previous? So much had occurred in such a small amount of time.
My memories were a jumbled amount of movie clips floating around in my head. I tried desperately not to allow too much thought over the past, for nothing but pain could arise. And yet now, facing life's end, I considered the past few weeks. I needed to know…where did I go wrong? Ignoring the throbbing gash in my head and the mutterings of a spell in the background, I closed my eyes and tuned out the world…and I remembered….