WILLOW
“Close your eyes.” Ginny instructs. I do as I’m told. “Good. Now hold out your hand.” I put my hand out and she takes it. “Hold still. This is going to hurt abit.”
Before she finishes talking, she slices my palm open with a knife. I flinch from the pain of the cut. Warm blood trickles down. The wound tingles painfully for another moment before it starts to heal.
“Now. I’m going to utter the chants. I want you to keep your eyes shut. No matter what, don’t open them.”
“Okay.” My heart thuds loudly in my chest and I wonder if she can hear it. It’s so hard hearing things and not being able to place the source of the sounds. I hear the rustle of papers. Hear objects being moved around.
It’s so hot in this room. Ginny had put off the air conditioning hours ago. I’m still in my hall
