(Chapter 8: Mira pov)
We were in the car sitting in total silent, she has been looking at me weirdly since that day she saw me at my mum's study, I guess she knows am researching about their kind, I wasn't too sure of what they where, but I was damned sure they weren't human.
We got home without saying a word to each other, each consumed in their own thought, first time of feeling at home in my father's house as I walked to my room, I learnt that my step mom was my mom sister they were cousins, but I wondered why she hate me like this if she was related to my mum.
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Dinner was quiet, but not in a peaceful way. It was the kind of silence that wrapped around the table, tense and stifling. I could feel my stepmother's eyes on me from across the room, and next to her, my stepsister, Bianca, smirked as she scrolled through her phone. I pushed my food around on my plate, wishing I could disappear.
"Mira," my stepmother's voice sliced through the silence, smooth and cold. "I asked you to clean up your mess in the library this afternoon. It's the third time this week you've left books scattered everywhere."
I clenched my fork, swallowing down a response. It wasn't my fault I had been researching in there—those were Mom's things, things I should have the right to look through. But every time I tried to get close to my mother's belongings, my stepmother found a way to make me feel guilty.
"I'll get to it," I muttered, barely meeting her gaze. But as soon as I did, something… shifted. It was a strange, heavy feeling, almost like the air around me had thickened. My head began to throb, a dull pressure at the back of my mind that pulsed in time with her stare.
"Mira," she repeated, her tone sharper. "You'll do it now."
And suddenly, it was as if a weight settled on my mind. An urge to stand up, to do exactly as she said, filled me, pushing against my own thoughts. My fingers tightened around the edge of the table as I fought it, feeling a cold sweat break out along my skin.
Bianca chuckled softly, watching me with a gleam of amusement in her eyes, like she knew exactly what was happening.
"Why don't you listen to Mother, Mira?" she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "It'll make things so much easier."
I gritted my teeth, feeling the pressure intensify. My head throbbed as if something inside was trying to break through, to push me down, make me pliant. But there was a part of me—a strange, stubborn spark—that resisted, that pushed back.
"No," I whispered, the word barely escaping my lips.
My stepmother's eyes narrowed, a flicker of frustration crossing her face. I could almost see it in her gaze now, a dark shimmer, like some invisible thread that connected her mind to mine. I didn't know how I knew, but I felt it—a magic that wrapped around her words, trying to slip inside my head, twist my thoughts into hers. It was faint but unmistakable.
I took a shaky breath and looked away, breaking eye contact. As soon as I did, the pressure started to ease, fading into a dull ache. But I could still feel her magic hovering on the edge of my mind, waiting.
"You may not care about respect," she said, her tone icy, "but you'll learn it. One way or another."
I forced myself to nod, even though everything in me wanted to run out of the room. Somehow, I managed to stand, feeling their eyes on me as I walked away. But the further I got from them, the lighter I felt, as if that invisible force was finally loosening its grip.
In my room, I closed the door, my heart racing. I'd never felt anything like that before, but something told me it wouldn't be the last time.
And if my stepmother was using magic against me…that means things we're way difficult than I thought,how come the life of an ordinary girl was way far from ordinary,i thought the battled I died in was my last battle but I guess I died to enter into another battle far more worse than a battle could be,if it was really magic then who I am?
do I have magic too?or am I just over thinking but I was certain,i felt the force,if it was magic I had to find a way to fight back, but where will I start from, how do I know who to meet or whom to seek answers from, the world of this girl is so fucked up, if they uses magic I guess they will be witches but the book says witches don't use their power to oppress but to help but on one condition if they were a black witch.
the cruel ones, thinking about the personalities of my step mom I am certain she was a black with, with all the spells and symbols in my mother's study she was also a witch but a white one, and if am correct also a seer because how does she know that her daughter will die and I will take up her daughters body, what does she mean by:
"The girl will inherit my strength. I only hope she finds her path and isn't bound by their lies. The cycle will repeat, but her soul is different—older, wiser."I guess the girl was me not her daughter,geez this is so frustrating,I thought I had to deal with only two lives merge together but how come I had a life I was not aware of in my past life, how come am entangled in the web of conspiracy between the supernatural world, how come the people I came to know as my step mother and step sister are not ordinary,and my pass life was not entirely simple as I thought I was no human, not in my past life,not in this life, not only am I in a supernatural battle with them, I also need to expose their lies and manipulation in the human world to seek justice legally, and to be in my dad's good book, I yearned for fatherly love from him, I knew too well that he was a mere human,controlled by my step mom since my mother's absent,OOOH LORD WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO I WISH I REALLY DIED I WOULDN'T BE IN SUCH A DIFFICULT SITUATION.