Sixteen year old Cordelia woke from a nap to find herself again a hospital room. She looked around the room to see she was alone. For some reason this disturbed Cordelia a lot to know she was alone and she could feel her heart speed up.
The young witch looked down and still saw all of the wires connected to her and her wrist bandaged. She looked around the room one more time in a panic before pulling the wires off of her and sliding off the bed onto the cold floor.
Cordelia was barefoot, but she didn't seem too noticed as she made her way out into the empty dark hospital hallway. She looked around looking for someone, anyone for that matter. Cordelia was alone and that was one of her biggest fears.
Her heart began to race as she walked down the hallway. It felt as if the hallway was getting darker and colder as she moved. Tears began to fall down Cordelia's face. Now she began to run as if something was chasing her.
"Fiona!" The teenage girl called out praying she would get an answer.
"Mom…Mom please!" Cordelia pleaded as she called out for her mother, which she rarely ever did.
Just then someone tapped her on her shoulder and Cordelia turned around to see her mother standing behind her.
Cordelia could finally catch her breath, but when she made eye contact with Fiona her face instantly stung and she flew to the floor. Fiona had slapped her daughter with the back of her hand sending her to the ground.
Cordelia grabbed her flushed red cheek with one hand trying to stop the intense stinging. She looked up to Fiona in complete shock. It had been so long since she had gotten slapped by her mother.
"Stop your crying! I had enough of your crying." Fiona yelled in anger watching her daughter on the ground. It was like the older blonde had snapped. "Stupid girl you have nothing to be sad about. You're weak, that's what you are!"
Fiona's words broke Cordelia's heart and now she could not stop the flow of tears as she stayed on the ground not even attempting to get up again. Her mother was right, she was weak.
"Cordelia wake up!" Fiona commanded as she stood over Cordelia's desk in her office. Cordelia had her head down and was sleeping over the paper work on her desk.
Cordelia gasped for air as her eyes opened. She looked around in a panic finding her mother standing over her frowning at her. It was just a dream.
"What in the hell is wrong with you? You look as if you just watched someone get murdered." Fiona commented with humor. "But I know sweet Delia wouldn't be dreaming of something that terrible."
Cordelia ignored her mother and brought the back of her hand up to her forehead and took a deep breath trying to calm herself down. "What do you want Fiona?"
The Supreme smiled and brushed back her blonde bangs. "Where are those spell books you are always wasting your time on?"
"Why do you need my spell books?" The headmistress questioned raising one of her eyebrows.
"None of your business, now where are they?" Fiona asked curtly in a defensive tone.
"I believe since they are my own books, it is somewhat of my business Fiona." Cordelia shot back not really in the mood for one of Fiona's antics.
Fiona sighed and clenched her jaw. "Fine if you don't want to tell me where they are, then never mind." The supreme replied as she began to turn around to leave Cordelia's office.
Cordelia sighed deeply. "They're over here." She said and made a drawer open without using her hands. She picked up three heavy old books with ancient words written all over them.
Fiona turned back around with a sly smile and walked back to take the books from her daughter's hand. But before Cordelia let Fiona take them she gave her mother a stern look and pulled the books away from Fiona's hands.
"I'm serious Fiona, take good care of these books." Cordelia said hoping her mother wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the coven's safety. That woman always had a way of making her selfish needs a problem to the entire witch coven.
Fiona rolled her eyes and snatched the books from her daughter's hands. "You have my word." She said sarcastically and scoffed. "You should really have more faith in me."
Fiona left after that with the spell books in hand. She was determined to use anything she could get her hands on.
After her mother left, Cordelia looked down at her paper work. She must have fallen asleep from her restless night before. Cordelia lately had been having trouble sleeping. It was usually because of Fiona's presence.
Cordelia almost forgot what it was like to not be able to sleep at night. It wasn't this bad since she was a teenager. Those were the bad nights. The nights that lead to that incident in 1990 when she was sixteen that still haunted her to this day.
Cordelia shook her head and put a hand on her forehead. Her mother's presence always did this to her. Fiona made her feel crazy, and that little dream she had earlier wasn't helping her feel better at all.
She pushed her black rolling chair away from her desk in frustration. She needed fresh air and she needed to get out of this house.
Cordelia made her way upstairs wanting to go grab her purse and sunglasses out of her room before leaving the house. While walking down the hallway to her room she passed Fiona's room and she could hear her mother's voice. Cordelia stopped to listen through the door.
Fiona tossed the first book to the ground after flipping through the thing once. There was nothing in it that could help her and this extremely frustrated her. She then grabbed the second one and began to look through it. Looking for anything that dealt with health or something of that nature. That one too didn't have anything. Now she was growing impatient and angry with the thought that she even had to do this. Fiona was once the picture health and beauty and now she was being told by some doctor that she only had six months to live.
"Jesus Christ!" Fiona blurted out quite loudly, tossing the second book harder causing it to make a loud thump when it landed.
When Cordelia heard the thump she walked in her mother's room without knocking. "What's going on?" She asked not being able to hide the humbleness of her voice when she talked.
Fiona shot her a look regaining her posture. "Didn't I raise you better to knock before coming in?" The Supreme asked as she bent down to pick up the third book.
Before Cordelia could answer she noticed blood coming from Fiona's nose. "You're bleeding." She said with alarm since in all her life she had never seen her mother have a nose bleed.
Fiona gave Cordelia a confused expression just before she felt the warm liquid run under her nose. Fiona dabbed three of her fingers under her nose and pulled it back to see crimson liquid covering the tips of her fingers. "Shit."
She hurried and covered her nose before the blood could drip anywhere else than on her. Turning, she walked swiftly to her bathroom to grab toilet paper to cover her still bleeding nose.
Cordelia made her way closer to the bathroom to look in on her mother. "What's going on?" She asked knowing something was wrong.
Fiona turned around and waved her hand. "Nothing, I'm fine." She assured whipping her nose as it slowly began to stop bleeding.
Cordelia watched her mother, feeling sorry for her. Not really knowing why. Fiona didn't even deserve her pity, but she couldn't help it. "Here let me help you…" She said as she went to reach to wipe a droplet of blood that fell on Fiona's arm. Before she was successful Fiona pushed Cordelia's hand back.
Cordelia backed up and had a hurt expressionon her face. She had no idea why she even tried to help the old woman that was supposed to be her mother.
Fiona looked at her daughter and instantly felt bad. What mother pushes their daughter away when they are trying to help them? "I-I'm sorry Delia…" Fiona again was reminded of what kind of mother she was and how Cordelia didn't deserve it. Fiona stepped closer to her daughter.
Cordelia stayed silent and examined her mother. Something had to be wrong, Fiona never had nose bleeds. Her eyes then fell upon the spell books that were on the floor and then it made sense to Cordelia.
"There is something wrong isn't there? Are you sick? Is that why you needed my spell books?" Cordelia questioned in a demanding tone as she watched her mother sit down in one of the chairs in the large room.
Fiona knew Cordelia was too smart for her own good. Fiona looked her daughter straight in the eyes. She wanted nothing more than a lit cigarette in her hand at the moment. How was she gonna get herself out of this one? To get her daughter off her back about this whole being 'sick' bullshit.
