I freeze, on my shoulder, Spark starts hissing too.
Snakes. Just like in the bathroom, snakes are appearing on the floor, emerging from the water. Spark jumps down from my shoulder to stand in front of me, his fur almost double its size as he hisses furiously.
“What the…”
Liam starts growling too, and grabs my arm to pull me behind him, but I resist him.
“Liam, no!”
He turns to me, surprised, but I step in front of him, immediately preparing my fireball, ready to attack. There are three snakes, the same size as the one Spark and I killed before in my bathroom. I fire immediately at the closest one and Spark jumps on another furiously. It’s not a long fight. Just two more fireballs, and it’s over, only dark burns left on the floor. I take a deep breath. Spark, perfectly calm, sits up to start grooming himself, getting rid of the dark ashes.
“What the fuck was that?” growls Liam. “How can there be another witch’s magic in Silver City?!”
While Liam walks over to check out the burn marks on the floor, I’m lost in thought. I’m trying to think fast, to remember the recent events… the last time this happened. My eyes go down on the little notebook still in my hands.
“Liam…”
“What?”
“I don’t think that’s… another witch’s doing.”
He stands back up, confused.
“...What do you mean?” he mutters, walking up to me.
I take a deep breath, but the more I think about it, the more evident it seems.
“It happened before, in my apartment. I went to the bathroom after finding a magic circle hidden in Clarissa’s room. Now, I've found her journal, and it happened again. In another area full of water. ...I don’t think that’s a coincidence, or another witch’s doing.”
“You mean…”
I nod.
“Yeah. Maybe Clarissa wasn’t as powerless as I thought she was, after all.”
Chapter 24
September 17
I'm still unsure why I decided to start this journal. Maybe it's the perspective that I'm bound to die soon, or about to do something crazy: survive.
If someone other than me ever reads this, then... Well, I guess it means I'm gone. I don't think anyone would be sad over it, so that's fine. Maybe Amy will be. I was surprised when my older sister agreed to help me. I never asked her for anything, she never asked me for anything, and that was our relationship for the last fifteen or so years. If I'm gone, she would be the only one I'd miss. I think she liked me a little. Probably.
I came to Silver City to find something about Mom. I have been researching witches for so long, but recently the first concrete proof I ever found about living witches led me here. It would have been easier if Father cared just a little to help me know more about Mom, but he doesn't. I won't miss him. I won't regret writing that either.
I have very few memories about my mom and the dreams I have about her tend to blur what I think I do remember. I can't tell what really happened from what I dreamed about. Maybe it's both. I try to do as much as I can to remember everything, because I don't have anything but my stupid brain to remember her by. Father threw away everything I had when I was taken to live with him. I only managed to save that one old picture that was in my backpack. I miss Mom. I miss our days together in that small house. We didn't have much, but we were happy. I even thought about going back, but I'm afraid that would only make me miss her more. Plus, Father could stop me from it.
At least now, I have something to focus on. I registered at the university and picked some courses randomly to throw Amy and my father off. If they know what my real aim is, they'll drag me home right away. I don't want that. The first class is tomorrow, I really hope that it's what I'm looking for.
September 20
It feels a bit strange to be in a city half-filled with werewolves when all I care about are witches. I tried to ask around and there definitely was a witch living in the area. However, it seems like she died... I really wish I could have met her and asked her if she knew anything about Mom. According to Mom, all witches are bound to each other. Unless they are some kind of failure like me, I guess.
October 3
I found a girl to come live with me. Her name is Kelsi. She's a bit of a weirdo, but she's nice and she doesn't seem to ask too much about me either. She keeps to herself, which I'm fine with. I think she did try to be friendlier, but hiding my state isn't compatible with getting closer to my roommate. I can't blame her for trying.
October 7
