Today's choices; Tomorrows regret's Chapte One: Mom's victory I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest as my mother looked through my draws, like she expected to find something. I'd tell her that I wasn't that childish to hide stuff in my burrow draws, but I was already in deep sh*t, and doing so, well, I wouldn't be such a happy camper afterwards. "I can't believe you'd do this." My mother said, through sharp intakes and harsh breaths. From here I could tell her heartbeat was accelerating towards levels that, for humans would cause a heart attack, probably...at least I think, I'm not to up to date on the whole causes of human conditions. I'd dropped out of high school the minute my old lab partner reached her hand towards my eyes. Humans have such little resistance, it was unbelieveable. "It was bound to happen." I muttered, picking at the mudd on my arm My mother's head spun around, and she glared at me, "Maria Humminggood, you will take that back this minute or so help me..." Mom snarled at me. You'd think I'd told her I killed a human, she was so overreacting. "I take it back, but it doesn't make it any less true." I said and turned to look into the mirror, wondering if I looked as bad as my mother said I did. My long auburn hair was in tangles, hanging loose around my shoulders, my big gray eyes, which normally spotted enough makeup to make people not want to look at them, were makeup free, my high set cheek bones though, I couldn't say the same, since it looked like I'd put to much blush on, except this blush was black. My Black dress was torn so badly I knew no amount of spider thread would fix it, the largest tear right across my stomach. I had no hope in ever getting as thrilling a night as I'd gotten tonight. My mother slammed shut a drawer, "You could have prevented it!" She yelled at me, and turned, her eyes fierce. I didn't look away though, she'd taught me better then that. Look away, it meant you were weak. Even if this was my mother, I didn't care. She wanted to get mad at me, let her, but she could be sure I would give her hell. I shrugged, "Your point?" I asked, knowing I was acting my shoe size, which was seven, but not caring. We wtiches tended to be stubborn like that. My mother steamed, "My point is that, now that you've released your power, just let it float away-" "Not true, a dog distracted me." I said, motioning towards my cloths, but my mother didn't stop. "-not only have you made yourself to mature to quickly, but now we have to find the one thing that can fill in your weakness." My mom shook her head, grabbing at her hair. I didn't point out that she'd already yanked some out. "And that is?" I asked, leaning against the post of my four poster bed. My mother dropped her hands and looked at me, and for the first time I saw something my mother never let show. Vulnerablitly. "Your other half." She said, and I laughed, not obnoxiously, because when your a witch, which I was, your other half only meant one thing. No I did not laugh obnoxiously, I laughed hesitantly, like maybe, just maybe, my mom was joking. "Like..." I couldn't finish my words. My mother had done what she'd meant to do. She'd won. Of course she had. No matter how long I could hold her gaze, she always won these things, and I hated her for it. "Your soulmate." I watched as my mother exited my room. Leaving me, and my powers that she obviously couldn't find in the burrow, which was a nuts place to look considering it was released from my child's hold, to myself. For once, I felt hopeless. -It's a rough start, yes, but it gets better, promise :) Fav if you like
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