Witch by Tara Brown Page A

nice?”
    Lydia put a hand over her eyes, “Ophelia you must focus.
Sam is not of importance. Please.”
    Ophelia couldn’t help but feel the fog around her brain.
Everything was a mistake. The people around her were a dream. She remembered
Jake suddenly and shot up from her seat, “Jake, where is he?”
    Lydia looked at the dark haired girl, who smiled at her.
“Ophelia we took him home remember. He needed to go home. We had someone wipe
his memory. He would be in danger if we let him remain here. Mortals aren’t
safe here. Not to mention the love spell you put on him.”
    She gasped, “What? I don’t know what you're talking
about.”
    Lydia smiled, “Honey did you wish for him to love you?”
    Ophelia blushed and nodded.
    “How often?”
    She looked down at her fingers. She tried to not feel the
embarrassment that was overwhelming her.
    Lydia chuckled, “As we expected dear. When a witch wishes
for the same thing over and over it becomes a spell. He was under your spell.
Everyone in your little town was under your spell. From the moment your magic
woke up you became a threat to their freewill.”
    Ophelia reached her limit, “Look I need some sleep. Can I
go home now please?” She felt humiliated and exhausted. She wanted Abbey and
her own bed.
    She caught a look shoot across Lydia’s eyes, as she
glanced at the dark haired girl.
    The dark haired girl spoke again, “You can stay here. We
have a room for you.”
    She felt like a snake caught in a charm. She didn’t know
the people in the room well enough to lose it, so she held her emotions. She
just wanted out. She wanted to go home. The walls started to close in around
her. She felt herself panicking. She rubbed her hands on her thighs.
    “Do you want me to show you to your room?”
    She shook her head, “I want to go home. I want to go now.”
    Annabelle was beside her suddenly, “Child you be having a
hard time understanding everything that we be saying. But you needs to
understand that we’s only be trying to help. What more do you need? I’s a
ghost, the vampires were in the yard, you done magic right out there. Thems
seems like pretty overwhelming things but if you think about it, they’s just
the proof you need.”
    She couldn’t help but see it. Annabelle was right. The
proof was there but her brain couldn’t possibly see the forest for the trees.
    She shook her head, “I need to go home. I need to find my
sister.”
    Suddenly the room grew hot. She shook her head fighting
for sanity.
    The blue light began to glow around her. She pulled away
from them but they circled her and pulled in tight around her. She could feel
the warmth of their light upon her face, as she felt herself grow still. The
lights took away everything.
    Everything went blue, matching the light of the beings
around her. She felt the floor hitting her face, as everything changed to
black.
     
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    ‘Ophelia don’t wake. Don’t open your eyes. Let this be a
dream my love. Let my voice be part of your sleep. Your father has discovered
you my child. You must trust Lydia and Annabelle to help you. Everything
depends upon you. You and your brother.”
    She felt the words against her skin, as if they
manipulated the breeze around her.
    The voice had been sweet like an angel’s and the words had
caressed her as a mother would. She knew she had heard the voice before
somewhere. She couldn’t let it be a dream. It was freaking her out.
    She opened one eye and glanced around the room. The
darkness was the first thing she noticed. Compared to the six tiny lights that
sat in the corner of the room, it seemed pitch black.
    She didn’t fear the lights suddenly. Something about them
made her feel safe.
    “What are you?” She whispered in to the darkness.
    ‘Your sisters’
    She frowned, “No Abbey is my sister.”
    ‘We are your sisters. We have the same mother and father.
Each of us has waited for you Ophelia.’
    She shook her head, “Who is our mother exactly? Can