“I found a dead cat today.” She remembered the cold that stung her lungs. The way her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the corpse.
“Is that so.”
She gave a wry laugh, staring to the side. “It wasn’t my fault… obviously. But I just felt so... guilty…”
“Was this during the bus drive?” Dan asked, chewing on a knot of scar tissue in his lip.
Rach nodded some.
Dan ran his tongue over his teeth, sighing. “You feel bad because you couldn’t save it?”
“Something like that.” She huffed, resting her chin on her hand. “It was strangely… numbing.”
Dan rolled his shoulders, leaning back in his chair. “Well… you could just go around planet earth and save every cat in the way of a moving vehicle. But... you won’t do that, will you.”
She breathed a chuckle, her smile slowly fading. “I suppose I won’t.”
Rach's eyes softened as the sound of her music fade to white noise in her ears. She stared down the road, eyes catching on a sparrow. She slowly brought her fingers from her pocket, and snapped them.
The world grew gray as it slowed to a stop.
She rolled her hand on her wrist, approaching the bird. She squatted down where it sat, frozen, and brushed her hand through it’s feathers. A small smile formed on her lips at it’s softness.
She wrapped her hands around it, lifting it’s stiff little body from the ground. She snapped her fingers once more.
The bird squawked, trying desperately to beat it’s pinned wings. It clawed at her palms, head wrything.
She narrowed her eyes some, tightening her grip sternly. She waited for minutes on end until it finally seemed to run out of energy.
It stared at her through beady eyes, and she could feel it’s tiny heart pounding in its chest as it submitted.
She pinched it’s talons in her fingers, and finally released it’s wings, testing it.
Predictably, as soon as it was freed, it began screaming again and pounding it’s wings in demand of release.
Rach cursed, hurling the thing into the air to keep it from pecking at her wrist.
It managed to gain flight, soaring away from her as quickly as it’s feathers would take it.
Rach stared after it bitterly, feeling her lip curl, as if it had somehow… disrespected her. She let the sentiment fade as she made her way home.
She could hear her mother humming from the kitchen as she entered the house. She kept her steps quiet, managing to sneak past the woman, and upstairs. She slumped into her desk chair, backpack falling to the ground as she entered her room. She huffed, staring at the ceiling. The dark bags under her eyes almost seemed to ache when she allowed herself to focus on them. She slouched over her desk, resting her hand on her arm. She returned her gaze to her notes, full of pagan symbols her grandparents would probably describe as unholy.
Maybe they were right.
But, as a member of practically every faith but the Christian one, she couldn’t find it in her to care.
She glanced at her clock, heart sinking at the time. 5:00. She had approximately four hours until she was expected to attempt sleep. Her blood seemed to chill at this realization. Her fingertips rested on her journal, before flipping through a few pages to her dream log. For whatever reason, she had incredibly vivid recollections of her hours asleep.
Though… perhaps that wasn’t so difficult when her dreams consisted of an oily darkness spiced up with unidentified voices.
She gave a huff, resting her face on her hand. She slowly massaged the tension out of her temples, swallowing thickly as she did so. After taking a minute to listen to the sound of her own breathing, she returned to reality, popping opening her laptop. She went to her browser, clicking through tabs until she found her one true home.
The Wicca community.
Rach sighed, leaning back in her chair. She went to her blog, and decided to post an update.
Dear, poor, unfortunate readers. I regret to report that the voices are getting louder. Though they are yet to seep out of my dreams and into my waking life, I suspect it’s only a matter of time. And to all of you asking how I got my time... magic? (I need a better name for that...) - no. First off, I trust no human being to use them responsibly, and I especially don’t trust you if you’re edgy enough to be reading this blog. If it is any consolation, I am well aware that this is a hypocritical sentiment. However, I don’t think that fact invalidates it.
I have made some notes on what the voices said, though the spelling is probably butchered beyond recognition. I will give you a rough google translate version, because I'm utterly unwilling to tell you what language these things are speaking to me in. I’ve cut out the parts that weren’t able to be translated, for the reason listed previously. The words that were unable to translate into English were replaced with a **. Without further discourse, this is what they said.
Thank you for you, thank you **, we are more **. You ** here now. ** We prefer you, we ** you, ** We are **
Yeah, this is pretty useless, I know. But keep in mind that I had to tamper with these vowels and spellings for what must have been hours to get even that much. Luckily, it seems the language they’re speaking to me in at least uses the roman alphabet. I’ll see what I can adjust to make this more… coherent. Until next time-