Sara looked on in awe. That demon was the one who had killed her mother. It had escaped right before Jersey and Jordan had showed up to vanquish it. It had killed her mother during a huge argument the two had had. Sara looked closely. She could see the burned mark on the side of the demon. Her mother had done that when trying to vanquish the demon.
"Sara! Get the potion out of the fridge!" her mother screamed.
"Mom! What's a potion?" she screamed back, forgetting all the information her mother had given her the night before. She was a witch, with the power of telekinesis and the power to freeze time. Remembering the talk, she felt the anger rise through her. Her mother had robbed her of a normal life. A life without looking over your shoulder to see who was trying to kill you next. "Oh, right," she screamed again. She opened the door and looked inside. The small vial of bright pink liquid was on the top shelf. She snatched it and threw it to her mother, forgetting that she could use her mind to make sure the potion got safely into her mothers' hands. The potion splattered useless to the floor, the vial broken, the liquid seeping into the wooden cracks.
"Sara! No!" screamed her mother. She picked up the nearest lit candle and hurled it at the demon. It howled in pain and sent a bright blue ball of electricity at her mother. Sara watched helplessly as it hit her mother squarely in the chest. Her mother shrieked in pain. The demon laughed viciously and disappeared. Sara ran to her mothers side.
"Mommy? Are you okay? Mommy!" she screamed. She saw a light in the background. Her friend Jersey appeared along with her twin brother and their older sister. Their dead older sister. She looked in horror as the sister placed her hands over her mother and a bluish light came out of them. The sister looked up at Sara.
"She's dead," she said.
"How would you know?" Sara screamed. "Get her to a doctor! My mother can't be dead. I need her more then anything. I didn't even tell her I'm sorry!"
"She's dead, Sara," Jersey put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Sara shrugged it off. "Sara. Sara! Sara!" She looked up suddenly. "Sara, watch it!" she dodged to the side, narrowly missing the bright blue bolt that was flung at her.
"Shoulda killed you when I had the chance!" screamed the demon. It sent another blue bolt at Sara. Sara sent it back towards it with a twist of her finger. She watched helplessly as the demon disappeared once again. Once again, they weren't able to avenge her mothers death.
"Sara, what happened?" Jersey practically screamed at her. "You can't let your guard down. We were almost killed!"
"It…it…it!" Sara stammered. She pointed wordlessly towards the place where the demon had stood. "It. It. It. The scar. Burned."
"You mean." Jersey didn't say anything else. Sara nodded. "We have to tell Jordan and Christina."
Sara looked on. The memories were starting to surface again. She couldn't handle those memories. They would bring her down.
"Sara, coming?" Jersey yelled back at her.
"Yeah." They headed out to talk with Christina and Jordan. Sara looked back. She couldn't let those memories come back to haunt her. She just couldn't.