The rebirth of a witch

The Dream

    The tall trees flew past me as I ran. I could hear them coming after me. I didn't know exactly why I was running from them. In fact I didn't even know who they were. All that I knew was that I couldn’t let them catch me. If they caught me I just knew that something awful would happen. So I ran as fast as I could.

    Thump! My eyes flew open. I stared at the plain white ceiling. The feeling of being chased was still fresh in my mind. For the past couple of months I have been dreaming about being chased by a mysterious group of men. The dream always ended with them chasing me off a cliff. Then boom my light hazel eyes would be opened in less than a second. I would be wide awake in a heartbeat while I gasped for the oxygen that filled the air. 

    I slowly lifted myself off the old carpeted floor. My entire body ached in protest as I moved. My muscles screamed at me to stop. To just lay back down and stay as still as possible. Yet I knew I could never do that. This was now my daily routine. To wake up feeling like I was actually being chased. That I was running as fast as I could to get away. That even though my body was passed its limit I still ran. The dream always felt so real that I have become terrified of going to sleep. That going to sleep meant living through that dream. 

    I looked around the barely livable room. The paint was almost non-existent. My bed was just a lonely mattress that was stacked on top of wooden blocks that I found in the dumpster. I walked about three steps to the broken down door that led to my so-called closet. The closet in question could only fit very few clothes. At least I didn’t have that many. 

    I was deciding what to wear when all of a sudden I hear a crash coming from outside my door. I sighed as I knew exactly what that crash meant. My dear mother had arrived at home. I quickly grabbed a pair of worn out jeans and an oversized hoodie to cover the bruises on my damaged body. The sound of my mother ranged in my ear. Her voice sounded like a screeching siren.

“Elysium were the hell are you”!

    I tossed my long dark brown hair in a quick messy bun. Walking as fast as I could I opened my door. There in the middle of the mismatched living room was my mother. In her hand was a bottle of vodka almost completely gone. The living room was a mess for the billionth time. My mothers dark blue eyes bored into mine. I could tell that she was crossed. That she had been drinking and smoking as much as she could. This meant trouble for me.

    She walked towards me and grabbed me by my bun. My head was yanked towards the wall that separated my room from the living room. My head felt like it had just been beaten by a baseball bat. I wanted to scream and cry out in pain but I knew she was not done. My long hair had fallen out of my bun and she grabbed as much as she could in her hands. She tossed me onto the floor. A loud thud vibrated through the barley standing apartment. As I tried to stand up she kicked me as hard as she could. She continued to kick me until she couldn’t stand it anymore. When she was done she slowly spoke.

“ Clean this mess up you pathetic excuse of a daughter”.

    Then she walked towards her room and slammed the door shut. I curled into a ball and told myself that everything will be fine. After all in just a couple days I would be 18 and allowed to leave this gosh awful place.

    I forced myself off the floor. The pain that I always woke up to made the beatings that I get in the morning almost unbearable. Yet I got use to pain. After all for the past couple of months I have lived with my mother. She use to not be as bad. In fact we use to be a normal happy family. At least when my dad was still alive. He died a couple of months ago in a tragic accident. An accident that I should have died in. 

    The day the accident happened was the night that the dream began. They were not as bad as they are today. In fact at first I thought it was just a regular dream. Then slowly the dream started to feel real. So real that they began to scare me and even torture me in real life. 

    My mom began abusing me that same day. She had never been much a drinker but that day she began to be. She drank and drank until all she felt was anger. Every-time she looked at me all she could see was my dad. I also reminded her of the fact that I was supposed to be dead and not my father. She hated and despised me for that fact. 

    As I looked around the living room I realized that she didn't break anything this time. At least I didn't have to go dumpster diving for a new couch. I hated dumpster diving. The looks I got from people just passing by was embarrassing. I hurried up and tidied up the living room. When it looked halfway decent I grabbed my school bag and rushed outside. I started to run to school. The one place that I felt truly happy. I know that school is supposed to be like a prison but now it just feels like freedom. The freedom to be outside of the crappy apartment that I live in.

    I arrived at the school and all of a sudden fear filled my body. The school all of a sudden looked like a castle. A huge fortress that was out to get me. 

    My body was screaming at me to run. To get as far as I can from this castle. Images began to fill my mind. Images of unimaginable things. Things that I didn't even know were possible. Then all of a sudden I was in a girls body. A girl that looked just like me.