Scarlett Brown - The Half Witch

Chapter Eight

I knocked on the door of Mr Brown's office. "Come in" his deep voice called out to me in response. I pushed the door open a little for him to see who it was "Ms Brown come in come in. Please have a seat." He stood up and came to pull the chair out for me. I was surprised by his actions, he seemed like a kind man.

I took a seat and just then he got a phone call, he gestured that he had to take it and slipped into an adjacent room I hadn’t noticed, his office was quite spacious. He had a mini lounge set up behind my seat which had olive coloured couches and a glass coffee table, he also had plants on the sides giving off a calm atmosphere. His desk was large, spotting a big desktop and lots of files spread out but not in a messy way, intact his office was spotless almost like everything was brand new.

Mr Brown came back from his phone call, I felt a sense of uneasiness towards him despite his good appearance and nature. Something told me not to trust him.

Thick red curtains covered his room making it dark but still enough light to see him and his surroundings. He went behind his large oak table, unbuttoning his coat. "I know it's a bit dark in here I apologize for it but I really do prefer the dark I work better that way." He laughed nervously. I smiled at him "It's no problem I don't mind it."

"So Ms Brown, I was very surprised by the welcome I received from you,” I smiled at his attempt to lighten the mood, “I've heard from my staff that this wasn't the first time something like this has happened to you. You've had this breakdown before sometime this week, do you mind telling me what happens to you, what do you feel before it happens?"

I kept quiet for a while. I didn't know if I should trust him or not although my gut told me not to, I knew I needed help but who exactly do I trust to help me.

"uhm well... I don't know any other way of saying this but umm I sorta see ghosts. Well one ghost or rather, a spirit.” I didn’t know what she was but the word ghost sounded wrong when I used to describe her. “I don’t usually feel anything, I’ve only experienced it twice, the first time I didn’t experience anything she just appeared and the second time I felt like I was having a panic attack.”

Mr Brown's eyes flickered with interest and a hint of something else. He sat quietly urging me to carry on. "I used to just see her in my dreams at first but then yesterday she appeared in front me. I was in the kitchen, at the dormitory, and that’s when she appeared before me for the first time. I didn’t understand it, I don’t know how it happened but there she was I could see it was like she was really there. Today was different she wasn’t in front of me it was like she had become a part of me, it felt like she had possessed me. I-well she- was so scared of something or rather someone " I looked at him in particular hoping he would say something.

He cleared his throat and moved forward, folded his arms on the table leaning closer. His eyebrows were creased in concentration. “This ghost that you see, have you seen her before, in reality maybe an acquaintance, or through a picture?"

I didn't answer. His stayed quiet for a while but one could tell his patience with me was quickly fading. "Ms Brown please this is for your safety. Do you know the woman? What does she look like?" he urged me more. I couldn't bring myself to respond to him.

"Ms Brown"

"I don't know sir. I have never seen her before nor do I know her name. Her face is usually covered by her hair."

"Ms Brown it would be best if you let us know everything. What ever she tells you. She might be dangerous and could cause you to harm the other students if not yourself. I am here to help you." I nodded at him. He sighed, "I will speak to some of the other staff members and try to see what we could help you with. Perhaps the older witches would know. As for now you can go back to your dormitory I'll let you know should we find anything."

I stood up ready to leave. I walked towards the door but stopped, I felt myself turning to him.

"She had a bad past, a past full of pain and anguish. She said someone was after her this person wanted to kill her. I felt her pain. I felt her fears but more so I felt her anger."

I walked out.

I kept walking not realizing where I was going. When my mind cleared again I found myself in the garden. Laying down on the grass. I slowly got up taking in my surroundings.

I did a few breathing exercises to relax myself. This was too much. Rosaline was becoming too much. I needed my life back.

"I know you are angry and in your own way you are just trying to look out for me but you are probably going about it the wrong way. You have turned me into a freak, most people think I'm weird and if I didn't have Hanna and Amanda I'd probably be alone. Who would want to talk to the girl that sees ghosts and gets possessed by one" I chuckled to myself.

"I hope that you can hear me in fact I pray that you can hear me. I'd like to help you but I just don't know how. I want to learn I want to be so strong. And whatever it is that you say I am I'll become powerful enough that he doesn't get to me, to us. For now though please let me have my life back." I pleaded with the unknown.

It was a lame attempt but it was the only thing I could think of at the moment. I hoped that sitting on this grass with my heart out pleading to her hoping she would listen to me she had to hear me through whatever it was that was binding us together I hoped that it lets her hear my plea.

I sat quietly by myself for a little while longer. It was Sunday late afternoon I decided to just sit and watch the sun go down. Tomorrow a new school week would begin and I wanted it to be different. I wanted to push myself further so we had some sort of offence when the time came.

I heard slow footsteps approach me and it was like I could smell him. Lately I could smell and hear things more clearly. The more spells I cast the more my senses awoken. I knew it was him he sat down next to me, unfortunately not as close as my mind wanted him to.

Neither of us said anything, we sat down on the grass together in silence just watching the sky turn into different colours.

The silence was not awkward it was comfortable and his presence made me feel a tad bit better I was enjoying his company although we weren't doing anything his presence was enough.

I guessed it was his way of checking up on me- at least I hoped he cared about my well being-after what happened in the auditorium.

The sun has now gone completely down we sat there for a few more minutes. He stood up then offered me his hand. I looked up at him without any hesitation I took it. He lifted me to my feet, dusting myself off I followed behind him as we walked back to the my dormitory.