Title: The Craft 2 – So Be It
Author: Delusion Angel
Rating: PG
Disclamier: I don't own anything. Characters, setting, blah blah blah all belong to Columbia Tristar or whoever.
Chapter 1
Sarah lay in her bedroom, wallowing in the doleful tones emanating from her stereo, listening to her mother's voice trying to rise above it. She hit the volume button on the remote at her side and the song grew to a deafening pitch. She lifted her arms and ran her cool fingers over the two fresh scars running down each and winced, they were still painful to touch, she didn't mind the pain so much, but if her dad saw these he'd freak out. She stood up and walked to the dresser, turning her mother's photo face down before she opened the top drawer and reached inside to retrieve a handful of bracelets. Maybe now I can get some peace and quiet, she thought.
Some were black leather, with deadly looking silver spikes, others threaded with brightly coloured beads. She slid each one, slowly, over her slender, tainted wrists, covering her scars, hiding her penance. She thought, absent- mindedly, that she could have simply cast a glamour over herself, and then she wouldn't have to accessorize quite so much. But she was staying away from magic, she reminded herself, magic fucked everything up.
Sarah had spent the rest of school year avoiding Rochelle and Bonnie and watching everyone else avoiding her. Were her ex-friends spreading rumours, did people blame her for Chris's death? She didn't really care anymore. There was a knock at her bedroom door.
"Can I come in honey?" Her dad. He and Jenny were heading up to San Francisco for a week to see some old friends.
"Sure Dad," she yelled, kicking the power for her stereo, plunging the room into unbearable silence.
"Jenny and I are heading off now. Are you sure you're going to be alright?"
"Dad! I'll be fine. Go, have fun, relax."
"I'm sorry sweetie. You have a good time too, no wild parties, no staying out too late…you know the drill. I better go, be good." He shut the door behind him and Sarah leaned back against the dresser watching through the window as he got into the car and drove away. Wild parties? She thought bitterly. Who the hell would I invite? She thought, fleetingly, of Nancy and at once felt like laughing and crying simultaneously. Poor Nancy, poor crazy, fucking Nancy.
Just a taster…more to come.
Author: Delusion Angel
Rating: PG
Disclamier: I don't own anything. Characters, setting, blah blah blah all belong to Columbia Tristar or whoever.
Chapter 1
Sarah lay in her bedroom, wallowing in the doleful tones emanating from her stereo, listening to her mother's voice trying to rise above it. She hit the volume button on the remote at her side and the song grew to a deafening pitch. She lifted her arms and ran her cool fingers over the two fresh scars running down each and winced, they were still painful to touch, she didn't mind the pain so much, but if her dad saw these he'd freak out. She stood up and walked to the dresser, turning her mother's photo face down before she opened the top drawer and reached inside to retrieve a handful of bracelets. Maybe now I can get some peace and quiet, she thought.
Some were black leather, with deadly looking silver spikes, others threaded with brightly coloured beads. She slid each one, slowly, over her slender, tainted wrists, covering her scars, hiding her penance. She thought, absent- mindedly, that she could have simply cast a glamour over herself, and then she wouldn't have to accessorize quite so much. But she was staying away from magic, she reminded herself, magic fucked everything up.
Sarah had spent the rest of school year avoiding Rochelle and Bonnie and watching everyone else avoiding her. Were her ex-friends spreading rumours, did people blame her for Chris's death? She didn't really care anymore. There was a knock at her bedroom door.
"Can I come in honey?" Her dad. He and Jenny were heading up to San Francisco for a week to see some old friends.
"Sure Dad," she yelled, kicking the power for her stereo, plunging the room into unbearable silence.
"Jenny and I are heading off now. Are you sure you're going to be alright?"
"Dad! I'll be fine. Go, have fun, relax."
"I'm sorry sweetie. You have a good time too, no wild parties, no staying out too late…you know the drill. I better go, be good." He shut the door behind him and Sarah leaned back against the dresser watching through the window as he got into the car and drove away. Wild parties? She thought bitterly. Who the hell would I invite? She thought, fleetingly, of Nancy and at once felt like laughing and crying simultaneously. Poor Nancy, poor crazy, fucking Nancy.
Just a taster…more to come.