Bursting through my apartment door, I quickly gathered my surroundings and started making a mental checklist of everything I needed, hoping I could get everything I wanted/needed. Closing the door and speed-walking to my bedroom to grab the two duffle bags I usually keep at the door for emergencies like these. Stuffing all the clothes I could into one bag and all of my toiletries in another, I made for the huge cabinet in my living room to grab all of my witch supplies.
As much as I wanted to leave this horrid part of me behind along with the rest of my stuff that I'll be leaving behind, I knew that this will all come in handy for what I planned.
Writing a quick note to my roommate/best friend/fellow witch, I grabbed my car keys and headed out the door.
Driving to God-knows-where, I started reflecting back on my life and thought about how I got into this position; forced to leave everything behind and go into hiding to try and save my life.
And going through this timeline, one word kept popping up over and over again.
Magic. The very thing that ruined my life.
