HAZEL
I’m caught up in a nightmare. It’s like watching a scene in a horror movie play out, only this s**t seems to be happening to me. What’s worse is how familiar it feels. Like something that has happened to me before.
It’s crazy because I have no memory of it; have no memory of being held in place by invisible binds, surrounded by flaming poles. I seem to be in the middle of a ritual. There are chalk marks on the ground. It’s a pentagon. Each angle promises of runes that I can’t seem to decipher no matter how closely I stare at them.
In the distance, I catch the silhouette of the witch casting the spells on me. She’s wearing a cloak. Her hands are coated with blood, and they are stretched towards me. That’s when I start to feel the burning sensation spreading through my body. It’s li
