He came to me on the night my father ran out on me. My mother had already been taken by the police for her drug abuse. I stayed curled up in my bed, crying like the child I was. If i had known the concequences, I would never have agreed. But I was so overcome with emotions, I made the greatest mistake of my life.
"I can grant your wish for you," he said to me. His innocent face hid the truth from me. "Form a contract with me, and become a magical girl."
And so I did. I wished that my mother would come back, and that she would be as pure as an angel. In return for this, I fought. The witches that I would one day become, though I hadn't known at the time. My wish had allowed me to purify another magical girl's soul gem. But in doing so, I would taint my own.
Because of my selflessness and carelessness, I am in the place I am. As I lay here in the room that had once given me comfort, I await my fate. My mother would most likely be consumed by the witch I will soon be. I stare at my blackened gem and I wonder to myself; what was it all for? Who was I really fighting for?