The instructor told everyone to continue the circuit as she called me to her office.
"Sit down, Mr. Williams," she said as I snapped to the seat as snappily as possible.
"How did you conjure that, Mr. Williams?" She asked. "Ma'am, I don't know what you're talking about," I replied. She slammed her hands on the desk and told me to stop lying. She was scaring me, and I didn't want to move. Not because I couldn't but because I was afraid to.
She calmed down, crossed her arms, and said, "Witchcraft is forbidden! Mr. Williams. This is equivalent to using black magic. You have caused yourself some time in detention. Go back to class."
I stepped out of her office and hopped back into the circle. Every time my turn came about, I tried my hardest not to use that magic. The remainder of the class was the instructor starting at me with bullets for eyes.
After that, the class was at lunchtime. Although I was pretty shocked after what had transpired, I was hungry. I ate lunch in the lunch hall and started to feel a bit odd. It was like my eyesight was in a negative magnification; my senses had stopped working, and I felt sick to my stomach.
A random person asked if I was OK, and I felt a sudden rush of anger and shouted, "Go away!" That echoed throughout the lunch hall. The horror in their eyes said it all. I quickly rushed to the nearest lavatory. I looked into my eyes and saw what sent chills down my pine. There were pentagrams in my eyes.
They weren't regular ones, either. These specific ones were, unlike the traditional five-point star and circle, an eight-point star with four mini-circles on every other point, with one maincircle around it all. I splashed water on my face and looked into the mirror, only to see my alternate self.
I shook my head and said, "Why can't you leave me alone? I want to live a regular life." The reflection gave me the same smile I had seen earlier. I aimed my wand at the mirror and used the mind control spell to free myself. The spell rebounded and hit me. The reflection returned to normal, and my senses were stable once more.
"I've gotta find a way to fix this," I thought to myself.
After school hours, I sat in my room, studying my textbooks. To my convenience, the words were working perfectly. I still had a minor headache from beforehand. My focus wasn't as optimal as it used to be. My parents would be disappointed if I didn't do my best. They already resent me. I'd hate if they'd disown me.
I kept reading during the remainder of the afternoon. Suddenly, my wand started vibrating and flashing. "A call?" I thought. No one has ever called me through the wand before. I didn't even know how to answer it.
I shook the wand, and I could hear my grandmother's voice say, "Kalon, are you there?"
"Grandma?" I asked confusingly.
"Oh good, I needed to reach out to you and ask how you are holding up," she said.
"Actually, this is a perfect time. I just had something happen to me," I replied. She sounded concerned the way she asked me. I explained to her what was going on with me. She paused for a minute and said, "Kalon, this is worse than I thought. I know this is a burden for you, but I need you to hold off until Christmas break, OK?" she said.
"Grandma, I'm scared. I don't even know what I can do," I replied.
She let out a sigh before saying, "Kalon, I may not know how you feel right now, but I know what feeling scared is like. You're the strongest kid I know. I believe in you. You can do this."
"I know, Grandma, but I just can't. This is too much for me. I know I have to be strong, but I'm afraid that I can't. I'm not even able to focus anymore," I cried.
She tried to comfort me by talking, but her voice started to space out, and I was losing my footing. I fell to the floor, but I wasn't passed out. I could see everything around me.
Then, my other self appeared out of nowhere. With a serious look on his face, he kneeled to me and said, "I don't care how you feel. I will get what I want even if I have to kill everyone you love to do it. Kalon, Don't bite more than you can chew."
"I'm going to start with one of those twins," He added before vanishing. I started to freak out. I attempted to move, but I was paralyzed. This felt like a nightmare come to life. Every movement was impossible to make. The only thing I could do was think.
I tried, but I couldn't do anything. I began to tire myself out. I could feel myself beginning to lose consciousness. The next thing I remember was sitting in a chair in a dimly lit room.
Professor Vendetta leaned against the wall and asked, "Who taught you witchcraft?" I was too weak to speak, but I mustered enough energy to ask what happened. He told me that I wouldn't want to know what I had done.
My stomach dropped, and the only thing I could think of was terrible. He stated that before he would tell me, he wanted to know something. "What are you?" He asked.
"Sir, I don't know. I've been trying to figure out myself," I replied.
"Well, I guess there's no point in not telling you. Mr. Williams," He said.
"You killed your brother," He added.