EMILY
Rachel and I used to— f**k it, we were very good friends, even though she was my sister. We were thick as thieves, we lived together for almost all our lives and there was hardly any topic we hadn't turned and unturned together. And I had always known, deep inside myself, that she didn't hate the fact that I was the blood witch. She never did. This hate that appeared to have grown in passion and intensity with every words she had uttered was new, out of nowhere. Now, I feared that she saw the blood witch and Emily Rock as two persons-- and she clearly seemed to hate the blood witch more than she loved her sister.
"She's awake," Aunt Lena said, letting out yet another sigh of relief. "My sweet girl, that was some stupid thing you did… we're glad you're alright."
Rachel, groggily h
