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Poison
On the outside I looked like the average, skinny, pale, black haired twelve year old girl, but on the inside I was a witch. My name is Ivy LaBell and I had magical parents who taught me well. At home with them was where I was happiest. School was hard for me; hard for me to control my temper and when I lost it I also lost control of my powers. My parents were the ones who came to my rescue and dissolved the memories of those who witnessed or who were victims of my outbursts. At the end of my sixth grade year they finally taught me the difficult spell of dissolving memories and it turned out to be very easy for me. Knowing I could do that also helped me gain control of my outbursts to where they hardly ever happened. Once six months went by without an outburst my parents took me down town to a nice Italian restaurant to celebrate.
It was a Friday night and the restaurant was at its busiest. We had waited about an hour to get our table and I was starving. My mom was very excited as we waited for our server about the idea of going on vacation somewhere secluded so they could teach me more power spells now that I had controlled my outbursts. I was really looking forward to it. We lived in a big city and I didn’t recognize anyone in the restaurant and none of our friends were magical either. I always tried to guess who could be magical, if they were dressed weird or in dark clothes they could easily be a vampire or witch, or even a dark witch. I scanned the faces in the restaurant to see if my senses would tell me anything. As I reached the faces about three tables away I felt severe discomfort like they were brooding about something. An old lady at the table caught me staring and made me jump,
“You okay honey?” my mom asked.
“Yeah… it’s just that table over there. Don’t look!” I said before they turned their heads that direction, “They don’t look very happy.”
I didn’t want my parents to feel the discomfort I felt. My mom rubbed my back,
“Its okay… just shake it off. Try not to tune into other people’s emotions so much.” My mom said. I instantly relaxed; my mom had very intense healing hands.
Finally the server brought our water and took our food orders. My parents continued talking about how they wanted me to meet their good friends who had a boy my age, the dad was a vampire and the mom was a witch both very powerful. Although they weren’t sure what their boy’s breed was yet. They reminded me it was very rare for a vampire to mate with a witch and not kill her. I thought it was really cool, she was probably very powerful. I was interested and secretly hoped the boy was cute because there weren’t very many cute boys at school, especially magical ones.
I took a sip of my water; it tasted a bit funny like it had a grassy taste to it. I set the glass down and felt the brooding discomfort again and my stomach turned just a little. I looked over at the dark table again and that older lady was staring at me with what seemed like hatred. Who was she? Did she know us? There were four others sitting with her and a kid that looked my age. I couldn’t see his face but he had long greasy black hair. I could feel her eyes penetrating into my forehead. What was her problem? My parents set down their waters with an odd expression.
“Tastes weird huh? Kinda grassy.” I commented.
My mom nodded and put her hand on her stomach. My dad patted his chest and coughed.
“You guys okay?” I asked them both.
My mom shook her head but didn’t speak and my dad continued to cough.
“Dad?”
I reached out and rubbed my dad’s back firmly. I tried to send out healing energy from my hand but it felt blocked by something cold. My mom began to cough too. Several minutes passed and they didn’t stop. Many people had stopped eating and were staring at us, my face filled with heat knowing we were the center of attention. This wasn’t normal. Something was horribly wrong.
“Guys? What’s wrong?!” I asked anxious now.
My dad’s face was turning red and beads of sweat were dewing on his brow. I had absolutely no idea what to do. My mom began to cough just as hard as my dad was. This was not good. I stood up holding onto my coughing dad.
“Dad?!”
I picked up his water and took several gulps. I slammed it down annoyed,
“There’s nothing wrong with it! Why am I not coughing?!”
I looked around panicky and noticed the mean looking woman staring at me with a bewildered expression. I automatically returned an ominous glare. My dad fell forward thrusting his chair out from under him and onto his knees.
“DAD!! Somebody do something!!” I yelled as I knelt beside him.
“An ambulance is on its way!” Someone yelled.
Dad feebly fell on his side choking unbearably and my mom fell to her knees while still coughing. She put a hand on my dad’s neck and I realized she was trying to heal him. I looked at her nervously. She met my eyes with tears running down her cheeks and shook her head.
“Mom?” my voice broke; “Mom?” tears were clouding my vision.
She lay on her side and held my dad’s hand and grabbed onto mine. Tears were streaming down my face,
“No no!! Wait the ambulance is coming!!! You’ll be okay!! Just breathe!!” I yelled.
My mom’s face was filled with a combination of sadness and horror. My dad’s cheeks were wet with tears from the sting of coughing. He suddenly coughed one loud cough and blood splattered out onto the tile floor.
“DAD!!!! AH! What do I do?!” I screamed.
He gripped my hand that held my mom’s, terrified, and coughed one last cough and did not take in another breath.
“NO NO NO!!!” I screamed.
My mom’s coughing was muffled by her sobbing.
“WAIT! THE AMBULANCE IS COMING, WAIT DAD!!!” I screamed. I could hear gasps throughout the restaurant.
My mom suddenly sprayed blood out of her mouth painfully.
“MOM NO!!!” I shrieked.
I knelt forward and put my hands on her throat and chest,
“I’ll heal you, you’ll be okay!!” I yelled.
She tried to say my name through her coughs but could not.
“It’s okay mom! It’s okay!!” I blubbered.
As I concentrated with my hands on my choking mother I couldn’t help but notice the color drain from my dad’s face. I didn’t care who saw or who noticed. I had to heal her. My hands began to glow gold just slightly. My mom coughed one last cough and let out a drawn out breath closing her eyes. She didn’t breathe back in. My heart instantly shattered with shock and pain.
“NO NO MOM NO NO NO!!!!!” I shrieked, “GOD NOOOOO!!!! MOM, DAD?! COME BACK!!! COME BACK!! PLEASE GOD NOOO!!!!!”
I hugged her and grabbed onto my dad’s arm and rocked back and forth. I was falling into a dark hole. This was not supposed to happen! What would I be without them? Where would I go? I didn’t know life without them! Why didn’t I die too?!
I remember someone trying to pull me away from their bodies but I wouldn’t let go. There were red and blue flashing lights, lots of eyes staring at me, and that nasty woman leaving with her odd looking family. A clip board was forced into my hands as I stood lost in a dark abyss unaware of the reality going on around me. My eyes were locked onto my parent’s faces, waiting for their eyes to open again; for them to smile at me again. But instead the color did not return to their faces. I watch as the men zipped up the black body bags with my lifeless parents inside. It felt as if a thousand knives had pierced the very center of my soul. No child should ever see their parents die. I fell to my knees on the black concrete road. I cried and screamed until my throat felt like sandpaper and tasted like blood.
With no other family members left to my name, I was placed in an orphanage. Two days later I was told my parents were poisoned by a very rare herb that had been mixed into our waters. Yes, our waters. Funny thing was I did not die. They had taken some blood samples from me and told me I was immune. I felt that God did not have a sense of humor. I felt that he was cruel and unjust and I was infuriated with him.
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