The Witch Outcast

2-What’s going on?

2-What’s going on?

“Dad, what’s going on?”

He looks at Mom and gives her an encouraging smile.

“Princess….what just happened is your powers have been awoken” he replies in a serious tone.

“Powers?… What do you mean?”

“Marisol you have magical powers because you are a witch” states Mom.

“What?…. You’re joking right?…. Witches aren’t real.”

“We’re not joking sweetheart, witches are real and you are a witch…the powers you just experienced are proof of that” states Dad.

“But how is this possible?…are you and mom witches?”

“No princess we aren’t due to the witch abilities laying dormant in our family for decades… Your mom and I both have ancestors who were powerful witches but over the years they started having fewer children who were born pure witches and even fewer who developed magical abilities like you did today.”

“But why me?… Why am I the lucky one?…. actually, I don’t even know if I can consider this lucky...what am I supposed to do now?… I thought the stories you guys told me about witches were all fairy tales and now I find out they were real events... I’m so confused... what am I going to do?... my friends will think I’m crazy... my boyfriend will think I’m a freak along with the rest of the school...I’m not normal.… This is not normal.”

Mom hugs me tight: “You are not a freak, this is normal for our family and it’s your destiny... this is who you truly are... I can’t speak for how your friends and boyfriend will react, but do know that humans tend to fear what they don’t understand. It is completely up to you who you want to tell about your abilities, but know whatever you choose to do; we will back your decision, but please always keep in mind that it’s a dangerous thing to reveal.”

Dad shakes his head in agreement: “Sweetheart over the centuries we pass along the witch stories in the form of bedtime stories to keep the truth known, so we can all know what to do in these situations even though they rarely happen….The last person to have abilities from either of our families was centuries ago, but our family names are still well known in witch legacy…..Don’t worry, we will make sure you are safe.”

“How can I be safe if I don’t know how to control this?”

Mom sighs: “ You’re not going to like this but we have to move.”

“What!? I don’t want to move, I’m almost done with school...everyone I know is here.…where are we supposed to move to?…. If I can’t be around humans right now I might as well just live under a rock because there’s no escaping people….there’s no safe place for me.”

“I know this feels like the worst thing to happen, but everything will be okay…we’re going to a place where no humans are allowed except for families from witch bloodlines who have at least one witch with abilities… Witches usually have covens but we are going to move to a town that’s completely run by witches…. Your dad was warned by an oracle that this will happen one day and she told him when it does to contact her for the location details” states Mom.

“You have a couple of hours to say your goodbyes and get your stuff packed before we go” Dad states sternly.

I shake my head no: “ I don’t want to see anyone, I’ll just message them when we’re on the road.”

“Are you sure? You don’t even want to tell Mike that you left school early?” Asks Mom.

I shake my head no while standing up: “I’m just going to start packing.”

“Okay Marisol, we leave in a couple of hours” states Dad.

“Okay, I’ll be ready, I just need to be alone for a bit” I state while rushing up the stairs then I close my room door a bit too aggressively.

Shortly after; hot and cold sensations begin to consume me…Fuck not again…What did Mom say to do to control it? … Oh yeah, close my eyes and short deep breaths…after trying the exercise again I’m left relieved when it’s successful.

Now that I’m calm I decide to start throwing all of my important stuff in any boxes and bags they would fit into.

I sigh while I pick up a picture of Mike and I at a party and think to myself: Mike please don’t hate me, but I got to leave you behind.

Shortly after putting the picture frame in a box; I hear my parents yelling: “I’m sorry Mike but we can’t let you inside right now…Marisol is busy packing.”

Mike’s voice sounds shocked and confused when he responds: “packing?…Why?…Are you kicking her out?”

“What!? no, of course not! something came up and we have to move. I can tell her that you came looking for her” Mom replies.

“Can I please speak to her for a little bit, at least to say goodbye?”

I can’t do this to him, I have to give him some closure. When I get outside I see that my parents have already begun packing up their car and movers are packing things up as well, but they don’t seem human because they have powerful auras around them……Damn, my parents work fast.

A few seconds later Mike and I lock eyes: “Marisol what’s going on? Can we please talk?”