Chapter Fourteen I groaned as I felt the warmth of the sunlight bathe me. "Finally, you're awake," Michael said worriedly. "You passed out inside and I was worried, since you were taking too long." I squinted and sighed as I remembered the events that just happened. "What is Violet?" I asked curiously, while sitting up from the grassy ground. "Did you remember everything?" "Yes— but does she have a mental problem or something?" He shook his head, and then tightly hugged me. "The Aveira's are black witches," he whispered in fear. I felt tons of memory hit me as they described the evidences of the Aveira's being witches. I gasped and pushed Michael away from me. My mind was processing, and I felt sick of all the information coming across my mind. She really did want my soul... But the question is... why? I looked at Michael and he stared at me sadly. "I'm sorry for not protecting you from her... I'm so sorry..." I shook my head and caressed his cheek. "It's okay, Mikey... It's not your fault." I smiled weakly at him and pulled him into another hug. "It is... I shouldn't have listened to her, Mary..." I just disagreed with him and hugged him more tightly. It felt like all my worries washed away when he let go only to plant a soft loving kiss on my forehead. "Before I lose you again, I just want to say I love you." Michael confessed, looking at me straight in the eye. "So do I," I said, forgetting about the fact that we were in grave danger. His eyes sparkled and brushed his lips with mine softly. I missed that feeling. Being loved, being in love, and loving someone. I missed it so badly that I forgot about the danger I put him in. But I snapped out of it, and felt my tears trickling down my cheeks, as I found myself backing away from Michael. "I'm sorry," I whispered in a sad voice. "I can't do this." Saying those words clearly made my heart break from the look on Michael's face. But his expression went firm after the heartbreaking one. He then said, "Don't run away from me Mary. I will break the curse— I promise you. So please... I don't ever want to lose you again." "I don't think there's something you can do... What if this is a forever kind of thing?" "It's not... I just know it." I nodded, still not believing his words. ☆ Days passed since I haven't seen Michael. He completely disappeared and I was worried. He wasn't at school, nor was he at home when I'd come over. Everyone knew me already, and the attention was annoying. I hated it so much. And people were blaming me for something too— the death of my family. I couldn't help but break down everytime someone accuses me of it. Walking towards the park, I felt a sharp pang going through my heart, and practically everywhere. I fell on my knees as I sobbed from the pain that I felt. It felt like something was ripped off away from me... Like something was trying to take away my soul. My eyes involuntarily shut, but I tried to open it again. Minutes passed from groaning and trying to kick away the pain, I heard voices screaming in every angle. I was still fighting the feeling, but it only got worst. I was worried about Michael. Is he alright? What's wrong? Through the thoughts of Michael alone, my eyes slowly opened, only for me to see Violet standing hopelessly in front of me. She grew... She grew to be in my age. She looked pale, and lifeless; a look I have never expected from her. I looked around and all was pitch black, except where Violet was standing. Her head was down, her hair was a mess. She looked pale from head to toe. She was wearing worn-out clothes. I felt a rush of cold air touch my skin; and it lingered as I stood up slowly, my eyes on hers. The pain was torturous... It felt awful. "What do you want from me?" I glared at her lifeless form, while I limped walking towards her. I wasn't going to run... there was nowhere to run. I was alone in an empty space with the girl who tricked me to death. She looked up, her eyes a deep black. She didn't smile, she didn't show her usual evil smirk; her face was lifeless as her body's. She looked like she was washed away from all of the emotions. "What makes you think I want something from you?" Her tone was bland, with no emotions of amusement nor anger. It was plain. My brows furrowed in curiosity. What happened to her? "The fact that you tried to kill me. What did I ever do wrong to you?" I hissed venomously. "Stop your bickering, Maria," she paused. My heart beat erratically as she called me with that name. Maria. She used to call me that when she was serious. It scared me. Her tone went from bland to hateful. "You're no one special. I simply wanted to kill you because you don't deserve to breath." Her painful words cut through my heart. I knew that... I was no one special. But I knew better. "Then why did you kill yourself too?" Her once angered face turned emotionless again. "For satisfaction." I was confused. But that didn't feel important to me at that moment. So I changed the subject. "Why am I here?" I asked. She laughed humourlessly, her eyes not leaving mine. She looked so pitiful; and for once in my life... I actually felt sorry for her. "Your little boy toy decided that this was a great idea to split my connection with you." She spat with hatred. "Michael?" I asked concerned. "What have you done to him?!" I screamed, wanting to just hit her— but I had more dignity than that. I would stoop so low as to hit someone. She tilted her head to the right, her eyes were droopy and pained. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. "More like what he's doing to you..." "What?" I growled. She opened her eyes and looked straight at me. "He's practically sacrificing his life for you," she whispered, running her fingers down her dead black hair. "He doesn't know the risk though. One thing for sure is that: a human should never trust a Wiccan, especially those who have bad intentions. He's gonna fall for my mother's trap— just like you fell for mine." "What are you talking about?" I seethed. "You see... Just for his love for you," she spat in distaste. "He's willing to do anything to break our bond. And he unfortunately ran to my mother, who has other intentions in mind. But it'll work— our bond will break... But who knows how you can survive the pain when it will be cut." "Is he going to die?" "There's a fifty-fifty possibility. But I really, really am hopeful for the both of you two die." She laughed. "Now I'm just here waiting for our bond to break while I suffer from lifelessness, and you suffer from agonising pain." She sighed happily, but not once her lips twitched into a smile, nor a smirk. She was really beginning to fade. She got lighter every second, while I was trying to hold the pain. It felt deeper when I lost all the people I loved. It felt deeper than thinking of losing Michael. It was the ultimate pain— and I had no idea what was going to happen to me. But for some reason, a part of me is thinking in the positive side. My eyes shut close, as I fell on the ground. I saw growing up with Michael, going to college with him, making love to him, marrying him, having a family with him. I saw the both of us sleeping side by side, wrinkles everywhere in our body, our fingers intwined, our lips in a blissful smile. I looked happy— so happy. And then our eyes both closed at the same time, tears running down the side of our eyes at the same time... And our hearts stop beating at the same time. I wanted a love that would last forever. One with Michael... But Violet was in the middle of my new found happiness... And I was in a moment of complete bliss and agonising, excruciating pain.
SORRY POPPET it all gets better soon. I'm just on the climax and one more chapter with the epilogue then this story is done (partially). I'm gonna write a re-written book about this on W(orange Thingy, where all authors are welcome since it's free).
Hey I just read all the chapters and it's amazing, your so creative but this. Really scares me for personal reasons but other from that your an awesome writer
Heeey! This is the end of Bloody Mary! I'm sorry if you're not satisfied with the ending... There will be an epilogue and a second book. This is because this is just a quick, rough-draft of the real book I'm going to publish on 'WPad' <- that orange site Thingy where a lot of people writes. ______________________ Chapter Fifteen Lightheaded... I felt Lightheaded. My body felt so light, that I felt like flying. My head ached though, and I was really sore. My eyes wouldn't open... I couldn't open them for some reason. Where am I? My vision was pitch black— there was nothing for me to see, or to feel. Is this death? Surely not. Death would never feel so heartwarming, would it? I felt free— and not guilty, nor saddened. I felt happy for some reason. But my heart was beating in a soft beat— slowly, silently, calmly. It was growing much more silent, and somehow I could hear voices. Muffled voices. I tried to move, but I felt like a noodle. My wrists burned in pain, my neck felt like being choked, my stomach felt like I was just punched and kicked. But overall, I was blissful. "Ma-" I heard, but it got cut off. "Ry..." Who is that? I tried to open my eyes again— but nothing. I was figuring out where I was since I couldn't do anything. I was lying on a soft mattress, I guess; and the air was cold, yet warm. I could smell red roses, and I could feel warmth on my hand. Michael? I wonder if it's him... Is he dead? Did he survive? What did Violet do? "Violet?" I called inside my mind. I knew for a fact that she could hear me and I won't let it pass. And then a blinding light showed upon me; showing Violet in her lifeless glory. She was naked, but I could barely see all of her. She was good as invisible. She looked so pale, like she was dead. There were dark circles under her eyes. "He really did it," she said blankly. "And he's not even dead..." "Where are we?" She looked around, pain evident on her face. She looked so pitiful. "You're in the state of consciousness..." Huh? "As much as I hate you— I want you to live." Her words were a lie— that... I could clearly tell. Because she faked a sweet smile that almost got me. I didn't speak though. I just looked at her sadly. I pitied her. "Do you forgive me, Mary?" I don't think I can ever. "Yes," I said with a determined voice. I did forgive her a little bit— but she hurt the people I loved the most... But that doesn't mean I have to stoop down her level and not forgive her. No matter how much I'll try to hold a grudge— I always end up forgiving people... But never myself. "Where's Michael?" "Go figure," she said. "Seriously..." "He's alive— which is a miracle; but do know that this isn't over, Mary. Even though he broke the bond, and the curse with it... I will still come after you." Now, that's the Violet I know! She hissed after I stifled a laugh. She could never be sorry. She never feels guilty for anything. "But what else can you do, Violet?" I asked angry. She smirked sadly, but her eyes showed anger. "I can do anything I want. And when you wake up... Hold the pain— it's gonna hurt more than you know." And then she disappeared. My mind turning in circles, making me dizzy as fuck. I don't get it... Is this my happy ending? She didn't even fully die. Yes, she died... But I know she was going to come back... But how? My eyes snapped open as I felt a shock on my chest. I gasped for air, lost in my thoughts. I screamed loudly as the pain shot everywhere on my body. It hurt! So fucking much! Is this what Violet was talking about? There were no exceptions. Everywhere hurt. The doctors and nurses were aiding on me, and my head fell on the right side, making me see Michael with a pale face, and tears staining his cheeks. He looked like he lost weight. He looked lifeless as Violet. But then I noticed the scars on his bare skin on his wrists. I counted it mentally. Sixteen scars on his right arm, and twelve scars on the left. It was obvious, really. Sixteen scars for Mary-Anne deSancti; and twelve scars for Violet Aveira. He broke the bond, but it surely hurt me more than he imagined. "Michael!" I screamed in pain, wanting to feel his touch for comfort. But the doctor was keeping him away from me. "Michael! Michael!" I needed him. I was longing for his touch on my skin. And then he rushed to my side, holding my hand tightly. They were trying to take him away from me, but I only felt home in his touch. "Don't... Don't leave me again.. Please!" I cried. The pain was prolonging. My heart was stinging more, and I hate it. My body felt calm already, but it was my heart and somewhere deeper that made me whimper and hold the pain. Something was being ripped away from my soul— and I know it was Violet's that made it hurt. Maybe that's why she looked so lifeless... Maybe that's why she was still haunting me... Because of my connection with her. Maybe this was for the better. She won't come back again. She won't... And I hope it's true.