“I’m so sorry it’s all my fault. Please don’t leave me. I can’t do it without you. Don’t leave me!” she said tears streaming down her face. They dropped off of her chin onto his face. The young chestnut haired boy. His brown eyes staring into the girl's glossy ones.
“I’m sorry too. I couldn’t protect you.”
“Please I can’t do it without you. You can’t leave me.”
“You can do it. You don’t need me anymore.”
“But I do need you. I love you!”
“No you--Wait you love me.”
“Yes so please you can't leave me.”
“I’m so sorry. I love you to-” he never finished that sentence.
“No you can’t. You can’t leave me here. Please come back you can’t do this to me. Please Don’t leave me. I can’t do it without you.” her words were just lost in the wind. The boys cold hand dropped out of hers. Tears falling faster now as she screamed out. No one able to hear her. All her cries of pain were lost into the wind. Her heart was breaking. It was being shattered into millions of pieces. She couldn’t do it.
It was her fault that this happened. She was a witch. A weak and naive witch. One that tried such a hard spell. It gave her a warning but she was dumb and didn't listen. She didn’t know the consequences for what she did. Her consequence was his death. He died because of her stupidity. It was all her fault. Now she was forced to hold the body of the one she loved. The one that she had been best friends with. She was forced to stare into his brown lifeless eyes. The eyes she used to lose herself in when she looked into them.
She laid his body onto the ground. Whatever she did she couldn’t seem to hold the tears in. They kept coming. Just flowing out in long streams of tears. She took a deep breath then let it out. One after the other. Her tears stopped flowing. Her cries ceased to be. Then there was no sound. There was nothing. No birds chirping, no trees blowing in the wind. There was nothing. It was like the whole world was dead. But to her it was dead.
Her best friend and lover was dead. It was her fault. She felt as if she was going to die. She wanted to. She couldn’t stand living knowing that she was the one who had killed him.
She walked into the castle her head hanging low. Her eyes were still puffy and red with tear stains on her face. There were barley and people in the courtyard but those who were stopped and stared. She didn’t lift her head high enough so that those looking could see but she lifted it so she could see. She felt more tears spring up. There standing towards the back was Cyrus Ash. He looked just like him. Short brown hair, and the same brown eyes. They were just different. They didn’t share the deep brown pools. No only Dillon Ash had those.
His eyes connected to hers and she knew she was in trouble. He had seen her tear stained face. He had seen the sorrow in her face. Her heart stopped beating. How would she explain who he died. She would have to tell him that his brother was dead. His brother was dead because of her. She had killed him.
She walked as fast as she could to her dorm room. Her eyes still watching her feet as the moved along on the ground rather than looking at people in the eye. She didn’t want to see the faces of those around her. The confused and concerned faces. She couldn’t stand seeing them. The faces of people who had no idea what had happened.
Inside her dorm room no one was there. Like usually. Nobody ever wanted to be friends with her. She lived in a school full of witches and warlocks. Yet she was all alone. Everybody thought she was a know it all. A stuck up snob. They thought she was the one person who tried to hard to make everybody happy.
Everybody would talk about her behind her back. Telling each other how much they hated her but she never knew. Nobody ever told her because nobody was her friend. The only person that she counted as her friend was Dillon. He was the only one who would talk to her. He was the only one that seemed to care about her at all.
Sometimes his brother would come and they would all chat together. But now she had no one. Dillon was gone. There was nobody. She was truly alone now. She knew in her heart that the brother was only around because he loved his brother and wanted to be kind to him. He truly didn’t care about Astrid at all. She knew that. No matter how much he tried to hide it, she knew. Nobody liked her. Even her family.
I had a mother and father but they abandoned me. They loved me and I loved them. We would play and goof off all day. Then I got my powers. My powers came like a fire. I was sitting on the couch with them watching TV when I began to float. Everything around me being to float, and there was some sort of electricity moving through the air. I could feel it.
I had just been talking with my parents about how it would feel to fly and then the next thing that I knew I was flying. They screamed and ran out of the room looking for a phone. By the time a doctor got there I was perfectly fine. After that day, weird things began to happen. Things would float around the house and I would even fly. A few days later I was given a letter telling me that I was a witch and that I needed to go to a special school for witches and warlocks.
My parents were terrified of me. The once fun times were gone. Now all my parents saw was a danger. A danger to them, and without a second doubt they sent me to that school. Sent me somewhere so they would never have to see me again where I would be far away from them. They didn’t care about me. All they cared about was themselves. Of course when I wasn’t dangerous they cared for me. They even loved me but as soon as I started to show signs of being a witch than they hated me. They couldn’t stand being around me I was only 7 when it happened. I didn’t understand why they hated me all of a sudden.
Than a few days later I found myself in a place I didn’t know surrounded by people I didn’t know. All I had was my small bag filled with what small amount of possessions I had. In my other hand I held a stone. I carried a stone that I had found two years ago. One I found lying on the ground at a beach. I was a beautiful blue, and purple stone., but I didn’t know what it was but something about it made me want it.. It sent chills down my spine, and a feeling of electricity through my body.
About a year later I still had that stone but I still haven't figured it out. I had absolutely no idea what was. Than the fateful day came when I found out what it did. That was the day when everything fell apart.
I was in class working on my project. We were told that we needed to create a spell. I created a spell to bring flowers from dead or wilted to alive. My best friend Dillon came with me to see if it would work. However, that would be the worst mistake of my life. I went into the empty field outside of the school and found a dead flower. The petals were droopy and brown. I pulled out my paper with the spell on it and memorized it. I closed my eyes and started performing the spell. At first nothing happened then I felt something hot in my pocket. I reached there to see the stone. It was glowing and was getting hotter and hotter.
Than the flower folded itself into a bloom and opened up into a beautiful flower. The petals were full and colorful. My face lit up. I turned around to see what Dillon thought and that is when my heart broke. I turned around to see him lying on the ground. I fell to the ground next to him. He didn’t seem to be hurt but I could tell that something was very wrong. His breathing was ragged and he could barely keep his eyes open. That was the consequence that I had for playing with life and death.
She had no family and now she had no friends. She learned so much from that one day. Now because of that day she has to live with the fact that she killed her best friend. Her only friend.
“Astrid!” someone called
“Yes.” she spoke turning around to see Cyrus, “Oh it’s you.”
“Where is my brother? He left with you and now he isn’t here. Where is he!”
“He….He...Um...He i gone.” she said the tears springing back up
“What do you mean! What did you do!”
“I went out to do my spell and he came. The next thing I knew my spell worked and he was lying on the ground dying. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“This is all your fault! You shouldn’t have ever come here!” he reached up and slapped her. She retraced in pain. Her hand flying to her check. She looked at him with tears falling down in long streams down her face.
“You just need to leave. You shouldn't be here. You should never have come here. You should have been the one who died.”
“I’m sorry I didn't-”
“It should have been you!!”
“I...I...I didn’t mean to. Please you have to believe me.”
“I don’t and nobody ever will. You don’t belong here. You should just be dead. It should have been you! It should have been you! Not him he did nothing! Nothing I tell you!”
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