Dreams of a Subconscious Mind

    I was at this place. A different place, It was like a school but no school building, just houses for students to live in. I had a name, a nameless name. One I wouldn't let define me, as my mother was sneaky. I'm a senior this year, turning eighteen two months before graduation.     I moved around a lot. Never had genuine friends after third grade, what was the point? By highschool, I just gave up on trying to be social in general. That wasn't a smart choice either, because even though I didn't have friends, there were still rumors.     Since fourth grade, when my chest began to become more.. meaty? Full? Mature? Guys would try to talk to me, and girls would be jealous. Two years later I started my period. Before other girls in school as well. I knew what it meant, I could have babies.     Whoopdie-doo.     We moved, and there was a new school, filled with new opportunities. This time was different though, I could feel it. Like goosebumps when you think to yourself about whatever makes you happy.     I was far from the smartest female there, let alone person in general. Class took place outside on a field. And it wasn't like a school field you're used to, it had lengthy grass and flowers and trees surrounding.     I was new. As usual. And, as usual, a female didnt like me, so she got others to not talk to me. Not necessarily hate me too, but they didn't want to exist in my world. This, I was used to.     People not wanting to be a part of my world just for some self righteous reason of their own. Most of the time though, it had to do with a boys attention, or affection. Or both.     I ended up having two boys liking me a lot, they both wanted me equally. I tried to be with one, but I got so jealous when the other was taken by the girl who hated me.     I was with them both in our tiny home. One was asleep on our sofa, another on the bed just three feet from the couch. Our home was completely open, save for the bathroom of course.     I found myself waking up in the arms of one of my boys, we shall call him N.     N was so peaceful, and he was the one who i was with first. I brushed the back of my fingers on his cheek lightly, his skin soft. Then i heard giggles.     I sat up, and realized my other boy, J, had her in our bed. They both looked at me, and laughed some more. She kissed him.     A rage started in me that moment. They were mine. Only mine. They promised me.     I found her on the field at night. I told her she should leave, picking fights with me never win. She laughed and told me that she was here to shock my system, to take everything I took in greed.     I've never taken anything for greed. Both of these boys liked me, they knew about each other, and sometimes we three did things. I lashed out, as any normal person would when accused of such strange things. I started to become so angry, a tornado formed around us and she grew anxious. I told her she f****d up, there was a reason I chose to not have friends. A reason I chose not to be close to anyone but my lovers.     I am a witch.     She started to laugh even though we were still in the eye of a tornado I had created. I smirked, and made her take a knife that had came into my hand from with wind of the tornado. She thought it was a weapon to use against me, she was wrong.     I told her that she really shouldn't have laughed, because I was going to give her another chance. Was. Now, she has to die.     She slit her throat and fell down. I stopped the winds and left. In the morning she was gone, no one had ever heard of her. The boys I had, that were forever mine, when asked didnt know who I was talking about. I had erased her existence. Physically, but also mentally in everyone's mind that had come into contact with her.     I am powerful.     There was a skip, i had my boys, but as men, and they were both my husband's. I had five sons, and one daughter. She's the youngest, and most like me.     I was getting ready to send her to school, the same fielded school I had attended when I fell for my husbands. I told her that there was something special about her that she would discover at school, and that she shouldn't be afraid of it. She should embrace it, for it will give her the life she deserves, and the life she wants. She was excited, ready to attend the school her mom had become a rumor to. The girl who stole two boys.