Scar Attempts Of The Witches Part Three
The Third Attempt
Scar looked at the creepy man that saved her. She found it strange to have someone like him in her home. Then again, after all, these last three months, it was strange having anyone in the house. However she was far too tired to address anything like that. No, she just went to bed and was soon asleep.
She found herself running away from the witches. She was panting and tired. All she wanted to do was stop and rest, but she could not. She had to run and run.
Ahead of her she was Morana. She smiled at her like she smiled at Beatrice and Britannia. She even held her hand like she did them. She leaned in.
“Do you want me to love you?”
“Yes! More than anything!”
“Then go to those witches. That will make me love you.”
“But they’ll hurt me. They always hurt me.”
“But do you want me to love you?”
“Yes!”
“Then go to them.”
“Why?”
“Because then I will love you!”
She bowed her head as she turned to the witches.
She woke up covered in sweat. She felt hollow in her chest. Her forehead was on fire and she felt as weak as a twig. She coughed and coughed as her mind was numb and still tired. She felt nauseous and her body felt as cold as ice.
She felt someone pull a warm cover over her. She then felt someone place a cloth on her forehead. She felt her jaw being pulled open and something was poured down her throat. It was sweet and sticky. It helped soothe her throat as she felt someone stroke her head.
She had never been ill before, yet she knew from seeing Bill and Bliss when they were ill, what it was like. But she never knew how it felt until now. She wondered whobit was that was treating her like a mother treating their young. She looked up and thought that she saw Morana smiling down at her..yet as she looked up, she saw that it was that creep that saved her from the witches.
She slipped back into unconsciousness. She had many strange dreams, one where she saw that creep in a flamboyant colourful pirate outfit. Then she looked at herself to see her eyes were crimson not scarlet. Then there was one where her eyes were white.
Then she woke up again. Her head was wild and delirious. She got out of bed. Then she walked out of the room. She walked down the stairs. She walked down the corridor and arrived at the door. She opened it and walked out.
Ahead of her at the end of the road were the witches. Charnette reached out her hand to her. In her crazed and unthinking state of mind, she did not register who it was and thought that it was Charlotte. She walked on and on.
That was when she felt a hand on her head and she collapsed. The man looked up at the witches as he picked her back up and walked back in the house keeping her warm. He kept her guarded until her fever broke and kept her medicine up until she regained her strength and her sound state of mind.
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