AMELIA.
School was finally over for the day, and I was in my car, driving down to the cave to meet the witch that made me so beautiful.
I needed to appreciate her; the woman looked like she loved beautiful things, so I branched into a boutique to buy her some gifts.
As I drove, my mind strayed back to the events that happened today at school, the altercation with Valerie to the new girl who wanted to be my friend.
Ava was a nice girl; she was the type of person who would make all the conversation. All you just needed to do was answer any question she asked. She was so jovial, and she told me I looked beautiful.
She’s a nice company to keep around, and she looked like she needed a friend since she was new, and I wouldn’t mind being that friend to her.
Maybe the thought of getting a therapist would have to hold off for a few minutes. I thought as I hummed excitedly and drummed my fingers on the steering wheel.
After a few minutes of humming along to the song that was booming out from my speaker, I finally arrived at the location of the Cave, right where I parked the last time I came here. I switched the engine of my car off, took the gifts I bought for the witch, and got down.
I looked at the cave, and I sighed. I remembered the creepiness I felt inside that cave the last time I was here, and I prayed to God that I didn’t feel the same way again this time around.
I should have gotten used to the look of the place, I thought as I walked into the cave. Slowly, looking around like anybody might come outside and hit me, everywhere still looked the same, and for some weird reason, it felt creepier, which was very weird.
But I finally got to the spot that I stayed in the last time, and I planted my foot there, not wanting to go further than I had.
I tried my best not to shake too much or look around at the creepy looming flowers that curled around the cave. Maybe this was some sort of twisted witch decoration.
Maybe this was her interior decor, I thought. She was a witch, after all.
“To what do I owe this pleasure, Amelia?” The voice of the witch startled me from behind, and I stopped the gift box that was in my hands out of fear.
“Oh goodness, I didn’t hear you back there. You scared me.” I said, my voice shaking as I picked the gift box up with shaky hands.
This was so embarrassing, I thought as I stabled the box in my hands.
“Well, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She said with one of those creepy beautiful, intense smiles that she gave me the last time I was here.
“It’s okay. I came here to give you this.” I said, and her eyes twinkled with excitement. I sighed, satisfied that she liked what I got for her.
“I like gifts.” She said like a child, and she opened it. “Oh, I smell perfumes.” She said, and in the next second, the gift box disappeared from her hands, with a smile on her face.
Okay, I shouldn’t be surprised by weird things like that. She’s a witch. She’s a witch, and I kept repeating it to myself so it would stick to my brain.
“Thank you very much for making me this beautiful; I didn’t know it was possible,” I said.
“Oh, trust me. You’ve always been beautiful; you just needed a push. So, how did you feel today? It was the first day you felt confident in your skin.” She asked me. I smiled at her as I held hands together.
“It felt good. I felt really, really good; I even confronted Valerie. She looked so shocked when she saw me, and she couldn’t believe that I could stand up to her that way.” I said, and she laughed.
“Of course, she wouldn’t; she would be so jealous of you because no matter how perfect her body is, it can’t be as perfect as yours. Embrace the new body given to you, sweetheart. This is your life now.” She said, and I nodded.
“Of course.”
“What about Dylan? Did you approach him?” She asked me, and I looked down and sighed.
“We didn’t talk, but we shared stares from afar, and he had this weird look on his face. I couldn’t read his expression, though.” I said with a frown on my face because I really didn’t understand what the look on his face meant.
“Don’t worry about all that anymore; you’re in a good place now.” She said to me, and I smiled, wishing it was that easy not to worry about Dylan anymore.
“Yes. So, will we ever talk about what you want from me?” I finally asked her. It was a question that I’d managed to push behind the back of my mind the whole day.
It was scary, and each time I thought about it, I hoped it was something like money. But deep down, a voice told me that she didn’t need money.
She looked well off. I thought.
She laughed, throwing her head back.
“I was wondering when that question will come up.” She said, the laughter still in her eyes as she replied to me.
“I was curious ’cause I don’t know what you’ll need from me, and it’s scary to think about, t, to be honest,” I told her, and she nodded.
“I understand, but it’s something you don’t need again in your life.” She told me, and I frowned.
“Something I don’t need again?” I asked her, and she nodded.
“Yes, something you don’t need in your life again.” She replied to me, and I looked at her. Her face was now serious, and there was no sign of laughter there anymore.
I didn’t know; I was suddenly scared of what would come out of her mouth next. I didn’t want to be scared, but I couldn’t help but be terrified. I had that feeling that I wouldn’t like what she had to say, damn it.
I didn’t know what I put myself into, I thought, but I still calmed down and waited for her to tell me what she wanted from me.
“You’re keeping me on my toes here,” I said with a nervous laugh.
“Like I said, it’s something you don’t need ever again. Sorry, I meant someone.”
That got my heartbeat skyrocketing.
“Who?” I asked in a whisper.
“Dylan.”