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He'd never done this. Never. It was because of Mother's fear for him. If he wanted to go anywhere, he would always come home first so Mother would know he was safe. The trip to the market today only made my fear pile up. What if they'd gotten to him? What if the boys at school believed he did magic? What if the teacher believed my brother did magic?

I ran up the hill to the school house, easily out of breath. As I looked through the window, I found nothing, but it was dark. All the other windows had thick curtains hanging over them. I walked over to the door, pushed it open, and stepped in . It slammed behind me, and I jumped. There was surely no wind. I jogged over to the window and saw someone locking it. My eyes grew fearful. "Alec?" I called to the room with hopefulness.

"No, your brother Alec has been taken away. You're next, sweetheart," a voice said from the shadows. It wasn't the same voice as before, but it was familiar. It was one of the boys Alec went to school with.

"What do you want from me?" I struggled to keep my voice from shaking.

"You dead."

"Why?" My voice was now uneven and my legs started to shake.

"You're a witch aren't you?" the voice replied in a mocking tone.

"No, I'm not a witch. I swear! Neither is my brother!"

"How do you explain the fact that you and your brother had a witch book in you possession?" The boy stepped out from the shadows now. He was older then Alec, and he had a menacing look in his eyes. In his hand he held a knife. I was trembling so much now I collapsed.

"Please! I'm not a witch! Please!" I was begging now.

"You are a liar, witch!" He bent down to where I lay helpless and pressed the knife to my throat. "I'll make sure it hurts," he said with a smile. I was unable to move from shock. My throat would not even produce any more noise. I could not breathe. His first slit with the knife went through the skin of my neck. It was deep enough to cause blood to flow and pain to sting my nerves to no end. I wanted to close my eyes, to scream, but my body would not function. I heard a quiet creak of the door opening. The boy moved the knife to my lips, but a hand came onto his shoulder.

"Not yet, boy. She will bleed to death. They will take care of her torture at the burning." The boy nodded obediently and stood looking back to me with one last glare. "Get up, witch!" the other voice told me. I looked up to see none other than the teacher. I knew I would pay if I did not do what he told me, but I was still in shock. "Get up. Now." I struggled to try to move my lips to tell him I couldn't, but my lips would not cooperate. "Witch! Listen to me!" The teacher kicked me in the side. I could not react. This only made him even more angry. He bent down to me as the boy watched. The teacher grabbed my face with one hand and hit me with the other. Tears rolled out of my eyes, and I could already feel the swelling in my cheek. He let go of my face and threw my head to the wall like I was some rag doll. "Witch… you will feel pain if you don't get up now!" I urged my muscles to connect. It was impossible. I willed my voice to shout. It was unattainable.

"Alright witch! Let's play it your way!" He turned to the boy. "Give me the knife."

"But you said…" the boy started. His eyes were wide on my face. I would have laughed. Not with humor but with calling out hypocrisy. He could take my blood when the knife was in his hands, but when he was watching it being done by someone else…

"Give me the damn knife!" the teacher shouted. Despite his unwillingness the boy handed over the blade possibly fearing the man. The teacher looked back at me with a cruel smile and took a lock of my long golden hair. At first he stroked it and admired it's beauty, but the next second the knife came down on it leaving the strands boyishly short and crooked. "I will continue witch if you don't do as I say." My mind was in horror, but I could no longer show expression in my eyes. I was unsure if my expression, when I had gone into shock, had been left in horror as well. The teacher examined my face and stared into my eyes. Then he took another lock of hair and proceeded to chop it.

I was so tired of watching it. The fear made me weaker and weaker. I wonder if I would ever fall out of this state. I was so desperate for my eyes to just shut, not only so I would no longer have to watch, but to no longer provoke the teacher. I knew that keeping them open showed defiance to him. He continued to cut my hair, making sure I could see every lock as he did so.

He was finally done now. I was glad. At least I would have tiny bit of peace and time to fall out of my shock now. The teacher kicked me in my stomach once more and then looked out the window. "It is time now," he said to the boy. "You take her, as she refuses to move." The teacher glared at me with bared teeth, and the boy gently slung me over his shoulder. I wondered why.

The teacher led us out the door and to wherever they were taking me. The boy glanced at the man many times for reasons that had been unknown to me. After the fifth time he did this, he looked over his shoulder at me and took me into a more comfortable position in both his arms. He watched me with saddened eyes as if he regretted what he'd done to me. I glared mentally.

As the teacher spoke to the boy, not bothering to look back, I found out we were going down to the church. That I was going to die.

It was a long way to the church on foot. The boy continued to look at me strangely. By the time the shock was over I had found comfort in his warm arms and sad eyes. I could walk on my own now. We had gone half way already so I wouldn't get tired if I walked, but I found I wanted to stay in his arms if it was for my last hours. The boy seemed to notice the transition in my eyes, that I was alive, and smile lightly. "Do you want to walk?" he whispered. I shook my head and buried my head into his chest closing my eyes. I heard him chuckle quietly. How odd, I thought to myself. Maybe it's the haircut. I smiled slightly to myself before I fell into sleep.

Cheesy ending? What? I have some sympathy, and I don't want Jane to go out completely miserable! She needs some happiness to make her smile just a bit. ;)

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