LOGINHe repeats everything that was said several times. Over and over again, and I think I agree with Hazel. There’s something there, we just haven’t been able to put our foot on it yet.Hazel paces in front of Griffon and I on the couch, while everyone else is just sporadically placed around the room.I
I hold onto her like my life depends on it.I almost died… Actually died. And looking around the room, I’m starting to understand why.“Why the hell would you put yourself at risk like that? Do you know how your mother would have taken it had you died? Why would you risk it?” My dad shouts at me as
I just stare at him, his lifeless body, my teeth clenched. It doesn’t matter how much I know this isn’t for good, I’m still terrified.Hazel stands over him, still chanting away.I’m so focused, I don’t realize someone else has entered until it’s too late.“Amy?” My mom whispers, and I look up at my
Hazel puts some weird herb mixture covering my stomach, chest, and even my face as I lay down on the long table in Hazel and Cole’s dining room.Aspen walks over to me, grabbing my hand. “You better not die.” She says it low, like she doesn’t really want me to know she cares, but I know better.She’
I feel like my insides are on fire. Like I can’t see straight.There is no way in hell I’m going to let her do this.Aspen’s hand squeezes around mine. I look down into her eyes, she shrugs. “It’s not a big deal, and Hazel makes a good point.I shake my head, “Can I do it?” I look up at Hazel. Her l
My eyes stay glued to the diary as I sit in the chair in the corner of Hazel’s witch room, but I can barely focus as all the conversations move along around me.“She killed twenty witches. Witches that were on our side.” Hazel snarls, and Dallas shakes his head. “They weren’t on our side, Hazel. The
“Buttercup?” Cole yells smiling. “No! I call that one! I like it!” He exclaims, I roll my eyes. He comes up beside me and throws his arm around my neck. “Come on, buttercup. Let’s play some games so you can participate!” Mia hits him upside the head, “Too late! It’s mine.” She says smugly looking st
A few hours later, Amy finally wakes up, and just stares at the ceiling. She doesn’t say anything but gives both of us a small smile, and lifts herself over me and off the bed walking to her room. We both follow her, and she heads straight for the shower. Once she shuts the door on us, Dallas and I
Liam keeps watching me like I’m going to die any second, and a part of me wishes I had. The memories of that night, the pain... My mom. My mom is dead. Waking up and not seeing her, confirmed it. She would have been here if she had been able to. She died, because of what? Because my father is crazy?
I couldn’t go see Amy tonight, I couldn’t sit in a room with her. Not being able to hold her, kiss her, all while acting like I’m fine with her leaving. I knew I’d lose it, and I don’t want her to hate me even more for not making it easier for her to leave. Dallas was pissed and said it upset her by







