WILLOW
“Oh my gods!”
“Is she okay?”
“Someone get a witch.”
We’re all gathered around Tessa, who’s sprawled on the floor. There’s so much blood on her, it’s impossible to tell the exact source of the bleeding.
Her cheer uniform is soaked. Even her face.
As cheer captain, I kneel in front of her, unsure of how to touch her.
“Tessa? Can you hear me? Who did this to you?”
She doesn’t respond to me. It’s as if she can’t hear me.
“Can you stop trying to get her to talk? Can’t you see the state she’s in?” Jane glares furiously, attacking me with her eyes. She’s crying, trembling from where she’s kneeling on Tessa’s other side. Her knees and hands are soaked with her best friend’s blood.
I look up and I’m relieved to see a pair of witch doctors from the infirmary rushing to the scene
