Just Another Witch Or Bitch?
Author's Note: Not many female readers like Blaise but I think she was an awesome character. Strong willed and didn't shit from no one; well that's what we saw on the outside. What was going on inside her?
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I read somewhere that my name meant stammerer. Oh come on, stammerer? I did anything but stammer. Everyone knew that. I was bold, confident and so forth. As I stood in front of the mirror adjusting the garland of black flowers, that adorned my hair memories of my first guy flashed in my mind. Jack, my so called first love, had neglected me. He no longer made me tremble when he caressed my skin – my curves. No longer did his smile brighten my sour moods. His smile and his caressing was no longer exclusively mine. His hands had touched another girl.
When I found out I didn't cry. I just smiled a cruel smile. He had failed to adore her and in return he'd be punished. I wish I'd have cried instead. Maybe I'd be different now. Maybe I wouldn't in this damn convent.
Maybe everyone felt like this. Fake. Maybe everyone was lonely, terrified and desperately wishing that people could see past the façade. At least one person if not all. I really thought Thea, could see past my pretence, but I guess, I was wrong. Nobody could. At times that could be a good thing, times where you just wanted to be left alone but not when you wanted someone there for you. To tell you everything would be just fine.
So, I did the only thing I could. I toughened up. That way, nobody would hurt me. No more guys would play me anymore, I'd play them. Guys had been doing things like this for years, taking girls on a ride to nowhere, telling how much they adored them when secretly they had been fucking with the girl's best friend or sister. So what I began to do was merely for all the women of the world... I was a witch, and I guess I had to start acting like one.
Well that's what I tell myself when I begin to feel guilt. Yeah, even an almighty deadly witch can feel guilt. In a previous high school a witch had said,
You keep playing boys like that, you're gonna end up alone.
I scoffed at the words in my pride but felt bitter the whole of that day. Thea had a Soulmate; even though he was human she had someone. Someone, who adored, wanted to be with her by will and not because of a spell. That bitch's prophecy has ended up true. I was alone.
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