I sat there in silence, in the rubble of what I had created. I didn't allow anyone to come in to arrange it all either, nor did I do it myself. I found some kind of comfort in the mess I had created, finding it similar to my mind in the way it was so disorganized.
I had thought it'd be much better to comply with this beast's proposals instead of refusing and risking my entire coven's life.
Needless to say, regardless, I was furious. I was furious with Aunt Kira the most for not at least telling me about it and telling me how I was supposed to go about it all.
I wasn't taught how to manage this unending anger that seemed to only be growing inside of me. I have never been this angry before, not even when Matthew and Gordon ripped apart my brand-new bag in some spell experiment.
