Magical High

Cora Lynn's POV

I kept running, not wanting to stop. I glanced behind me, trying to get a glimpse of the hound chasing me but saw nothing I wiped the tears from my eyes and slowed my pace to quiet steps.

"We need to chase her away," my stepfather Rick muttered.

"Where will she go? We're all she has. It's not her fault the way that she is," my mother had countered.

"It doesn't matter Nora, she is starting to developand will wreck havoc. She must go." He spat.

I laid under the covers; scared of what they meant. I didn't have to wonder long, as the next morning came, my stepfather came walking in with a hound on a leash. After a quick sniff of my shirt my stepfather held, he came bounding after me, snapping the leash like a twig. The memory hurt and I was all alone now, no siblings, no mother or even a stepfather. My two little sisters where like literal demons, but everyone said I was the demon. Pondering on my childohood, riddled with so much trauma and abuse I couldn't help feel a sense of relief of the future that lies ahead

"Get up lazy brat!" my mother would say as she yanked me out of the bed. I was just a child yet I had to wake up and make breakfast for the family I did all the chores and farm duties. I felt more like a maid than a part of the family at just twelve years old. They started calling me a demon after the first pet went missing but it seems it was something they always thought; a memory that pings at the back of the mind. First it was Toby, the fat chonker who kept the church clean of rats. Then another few ctas and dogs over the years. The townsfolk immediately pointed fingers at me, accusing me of tapping into my demon side and drawing power from blood.

Why would they say that? I dont have any issues with animlas. I've never hurt any pet or acted cruelly to anyone. True, Ive slaughtered animals for food, we all have. We live in a farm town so everyone has their own farm with livestock as well. I stopped under a large willow tree. It slowly swayed and hummed in the wind and I glanced up at the majestic trunk. The dark grey tint of the wood and the deep rich scent put my mind at ease as I slowly slid down the tree; my heart rate decreasing. I knew I couldn't stay here long and as the thought crossed my mind I heard the baying of a hound.

I took off running through the increasinlgy thick forest. The smell of willow burned my nostrils as I ran. They think I killed all those animlas, they think I am a demon. I am only a child and here I am running for my life. Suddenly, I broke into a clearing with a dilapidated cabin. I dashed inside; there was no furniture and it was only a single room with a part of the roof collapsed. I closed the door and huddled in the corner. After a while, I peeped out through a hole in the shabby cabin but saw and heard nothing. It was getting late; I've been running all day and now the sun was setting in the distance, casting an orange glow through the forest and into the cabin. Sleep drooped my eyes, and soon I drifted off into a dreamless sleeep.