Bonnie woke up and a bright light hurt her eyes, so she covered them. She looked around and learned she was in the hospital. She climbed of the kitanda and stared upon her own unconscious body.
“What’s going on?” she asked, not expecting a reply.
However, she did get one.
“You’re in coma”
Bonnie’s breathing went faster when she recognized the voice. “Grams?” she called.
Sheila appeared. Bonnie wanted to go to her, but she raised her hand and stopped her. “I’m not here for a family reunion” she alisema cold. “I’m here in name of the Bennett witches. You’ve seriously screwed up”
Bonnie nodded ashamed.
“You’ve abused the magic in ways I could never imagine. And believe me, in a town full of vampires, mtu-bweha and witches wewe can’t have a limited imagination” Sheila said.
Bonnie looked down, not daring to look her grandmother in the eye.
“What’s going to happen now? Am I going to die?”
“No” Sheila said.
“But…the balance” Bonnie alisema frowning. “It will still be shifted”
“We’ll find a way to fix it” Sheila said. “Only this time we won’t count on you”
“Please, don’t let me go back” Bonnie cried. “I can’t go back. I can’t face them after all the awful things I’ve done. I don’t want to live”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart” Sheila alisema cold. “But I can’t let wewe get away with it that easy. Abuse of magic is something we don’t easily forget. We have to make an example…However, wewe will be cut off from our magic and wewe will be stripped from your own powers”
“What?” Bonnie said.
“You will get to live like a normal person. And maybe in time, when wewe can look at and treat other species like wewe wish to be treated, wewe might earn your powers back”
Bonnie nodded.
“Now I have to go” Sheila said. “Goodbye, sweetheart. Make something good of this sekunde chance wewe get. Make it count”
“What’s going on?” she asked, not expecting a reply.
However, she did get one.
“You’re in coma”
Bonnie’s breathing went faster when she recognized the voice. “Grams?” she called.
Sheila appeared. Bonnie wanted to go to her, but she raised her hand and stopped her. “I’m not here for a family reunion” she alisema cold. “I’m here in name of the Bennett witches. You’ve seriously screwed up”
Bonnie nodded ashamed.
“You’ve abused the magic in ways I could never imagine. And believe me, in a town full of vampires, mtu-bweha and witches wewe can’t have a limited imagination” Sheila said.
Bonnie looked down, not daring to look her grandmother in the eye.
“What’s going to happen now? Am I going to die?”
“No” Sheila said.
“But…the balance” Bonnie alisema frowning. “It will still be shifted”
“We’ll find a way to fix it” Sheila said. “Only this time we won’t count on you”
“Please, don’t let me go back” Bonnie cried. “I can’t go back. I can’t face them after all the awful things I’ve done. I don’t want to live”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart” Sheila alisema cold. “But I can’t let wewe get away with it that easy. Abuse of magic is something we don’t easily forget. We have to make an example…However, wewe will be cut off from our magic and wewe will be stripped from your own powers”
“What?” Bonnie said.
“You will get to live like a normal person. And maybe in time, when wewe can look at and treat other species like wewe wish to be treated, wewe might earn your powers back”
Bonnie nodded.
“Now I have to go” Sheila said. “Goodbye, sweetheart. Make something good of this sekunde chance wewe get. Make it count”
Rachel stroke her fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. What have I done?” she mumbled agitated. “Think, Rachel, think” She looked around. Then she grabbed Gabe’s feet and dragged him to the farthest corner.
She ran to the stairs and went to the jikoni where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the sekunde drawer inayofuata to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
She ran to the stairs and went to the jikoni where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the sekunde drawer inayofuata to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
Elena took a deep breath and started running down the hill. However, the nyasi on the kilima started growing really fast and pushed Elena back. Elena angry pushed the nyasi away and came halfway the hill.
Then the earth started shaking and Elena rolled down.
The road that led to the open field cracked open and Elena’s feet got stuck in one of the cracks.
“Ha, damn it!” she cursed and she pulled her leg, but she couldn’t songesha it. The crack grew bigger and soon she fell in a whole. A deep one.
She looked up and saw how the crack slowly closed again.
“Elena”
Elena grabbed the ukuta which was raw and cut her hands open, but she didn’t care. With a fierce determination she climbed up and out of the crack. She crawled away from the crack, dodged the other cracks and reached the open field.
Then the earth started shaking and Elena rolled down.
The road that led to the open field cracked open and Elena’s feet got stuck in one of the cracks.
“Ha, damn it!” she cursed and she pulled her leg, but she couldn’t songesha it. The crack grew bigger and soon she fell in a whole. A deep one.
She looked up and saw how the crack slowly closed again.
“Elena”
Elena grabbed the ukuta which was raw and cut her hands open, but she didn’t care. With a fierce determination she climbed up and out of the crack. She crawled away from the crack, dodged the other cracks and reached the open field.
