MOO and Me
Sunnydale, the world without shrimp 1999
Dear Diary,
The entire house was filled with MOO merchandise. Like buttons and banners, signs and posters. At first I was against mom's ludicrous crusade on witches, but then they started visiting me too...
At first they were nice, told me that they wished they were like me. But then their messages turned, they started telling me that I had to get Buffy, that I had to make sure the bad girls were gone. They were convincing. And mom was right there along with it, Buffy wasn't really around. Mom and I were planning all the town meetings and making posters together. I was giving her ideas of things to do to reduce the occulture in the town. I was completely out of my mind.
There was one night I was arguing with Buffy about Willow. I was acting crazy, telling her that Willow shouldn't be doing spells at all, even if they're harmless. Mom agreed with me, she said it was too dangerous. That the town was overrun with all sorts of bad things. Buffy grabbed me by the shoulders, "Dawn!" She shouted in my face. "Wake up! Willow is my best friend, I know she's safe. The witches aren't the problem! Mom is!" She stopped mid-sentence, looked at mom. She hadn't meant to go that far. She didn't want to blame mom, even in my state I could tell that. I looked at mom too, but she was so out of it that she didn't even react.
"What am I doing?" I whispered to myself, Buffy words cutting through me like a knife through butter. I looked down, and then behind me. There was nothing there, no little dead kids. Just the empty part of the hallway. "Buffy?" I said, cutting through the delusion. She looked at me.
"Dawn you see it now don't you. You see how crazy this is?" She said, but it didn't matter because a hand was coming over my mouth. I blacked out a moment later, waking up tied to a post. Fire lapping at my ankles.
"Buffy where are we?" I screamed, but she was still asleep. I saw Willow across from me and mom looking blankly at us. "Mom! You can't do this! I helped you. I went along with you. I'm not even a witch." I shouted, just anything to get her to listen. But she didn't, she just started talking to some other woman until Giles came in and rescued us. I wasn't burnt, and neither was Buffy or Willow. We were all okay. But it was crazy how easily we were all swayed to go along with the demon. How mom was so influenced by it. She said she had nightmares about the little kids dying.
Almost being burnt at the stake was pretty bad. I'd never seen mom so blank like that, so out of it. When she was alive anyway. It was like seeing a totally different person. A mom I didn't know. I glad I never had to see that again, but I know Buffy wasn't so lucky.
Dawn x