CHAPTER 6: ELIYA
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My voice is dry and hoarse from screaming at the dark figure. The willow trees above our heads were creating a shadow, so the only thing I saw were its eyes. The person, I presume is a man, looks over me with a glint in his eyes. He has something in his hand. Oh- oh no. I can’t see it but I know it-it’s-
My head is throbbing. I really wish I had ibuprofen with me right now. I try to open my eyes but the light is too much for me. It’s not the sun, I think it’s-
“BURN THE WITCH!”
“Yea burn her!” “Burn the witch.”
Wait. What witch? Are they talking about me? I’m no witch. What are they talking about? Better question, who are they?
As my eyes readjust to the sight in front of me, I take in my surroundings. I realize that I’m tied to a stake with wood at my feet. My arms and legs have scratches all over them, and I feel blood running down my face. This really has to be a really bad horror movie right? Just a bad nightmare? Can I click my heels three times and I’ll be back in my room?
I look at the crowd in front of me. They are all staring at me with malice in their eyes, it’s frightening. A man, in a nice tailored suit steps forward. I look in his eyes. I recognize him. He’s the man who hit me over the head. As I stare at him with utter disbelief. When our eyes made contact, a devious smile stretched over his face. He then turned to address the crowd,
“Listen here good people. This woman has been charged with witchcraft. She has manipulated my son with her evilness, and she must pay for her sins.”
I haven’t been more confused in my entire life. I don’t even know this man or his son. When I start to retort this nonsense that’s coming out of his mouth, I get slapped, hard across the face. He-he slapped me! Just as I am about to scream, the man puts the torch at my feet. The pain is excruciating, I’m screaming and thrashing, trying anything to wake myself up. When The fire reaches my neck, I close my eyes, crying hot tears of pain.
When I open them, I’m in my room once more.
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