“You’re not concentrating!” the witch from hell yells.
“I AM concentrating!” I seethe through my teeth. Sweat continues to gather across my forehead, as the negative thoughts bombard my mind, confusing false accusations into a reality. My hands shake, holding the cursed jewel. My body is tense, trying to hold on to ‘true’ self. Everything is dark, angry, sad, negative. I hate it so much. “Take it back, Crystal,” I plea in a whisper.
“No! You need to learn to control it!”
She just wants to see you fail, so they can all laugh at how pathetic you really are. There’s no point in all of this. You’re doomed to fail.
The black veins begin to ascend up my arms.
It’s all their fault anyways. You’re weak because no one gives a damn about you. Not your mother, not your sister, and don’t even fo
