A/n: This story is kinda personal not because I´m a witch or stuff (I wish) but because it´s also about depressions...I promise it´s not all over the whole story but yeah I put some of my experiences in it.
Still hope you like it tho...
It´s been 2 months since Cordelia was attacked by a mysterious stranger.
Or was it even a stranger?
Why her?
Did someone want revenge?
But again, why her?
She never did anything to hurt another person.
She was the complete opposite of her mother.
Her mother!
Fiona Goode – The Supreme
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Those thoughts kept the young Blonde wide awake at night.
She didn´t sleep well since Halloween.
Where it all started.
Cordelia went back to that exact moment in the restroom every night.
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It was all Fiona´s fault. If she wouldn´t have taken her to that bar, she still could see.
She wouldn´t have to touch everything and everyone to know where she is.
It cost a lot confidence and Delia was never a woman with a lot self-esteem.
Not like her mother.
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It killed the Headmistress, that she lost everything in one night.
Her husband "Hank! The little piece of shit!"
Her eyesight "My eyes were the best of me!"
Her chance to have a baby "No man – No baby!"
And she still had to run the Academy.
It was too much for the witch. Cordelia knew she has to be strong but it looked impossible.
She needed sleeping pills, a lot of them, just to get some sleep for a few hours.
And that wasn´t really better. Her visions were hunting her.
Hank fucking the little redhead.
Auntie Myrtle burning. Lighten up by the Supreme.
Fiona killing Madison just so she can remain the most powerful witch.
With every night Delia needed more pills.
With every night her visions became stronger.
She knew she had to end it. But how? Could she take too many pills? Or slice her wrist?
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2AM and Cordelia was lying in bed, wide awake, thinking if someone would miss her, if she would leave this world now.
"The girls would get along without me. Especially with Zoe, who seems to be the next Supreme.
And Fiona probably wouldn´t even notice that I´m gone. She´s so focused on her obsession, finding the new Supreme and eliminating her.
I have nothing left. I´ll never be able to have a baby and especially not be able to raise it. It already takes an hour to get dressed and ready in the morning. I could never handle a child in-between it."
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She had enough of laying on her bed, starring on the ceiling without even seeing it.
It´s all black.
The Blonde got up and took her white cane. She made her way through the room, to the wardrobe, where she put on her coat and shoes.
"Even this takes ages!" She thought and couldn´t suppress her anger and pain anymore.
The witch sank down on the floor, her back against the wall. Tears started streaming down her face but Cordelia didn´t care.
She didn´t care at all anymore.
She made her decision.
It had to end.
TONIGHT.