Witches Don't Cry - Year 3, Chapter 12: Get A Load Of This Monster

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Chapter 12: Get A Load Of This Monster __________________________________________ As I walk through the halls, I hear The Voice again. "Cute...you have a BF." She taunts. I turn sharply on my heels, then realize she's just a voice. Not that I could even see her face if she were a physical being. My vision has been pretty blurred lately. It's probably from lack of sleep. 'What do you want?' I thought to her. "Nothing. Just wanted to warn you that you're blushing." The voice sneered. "No I'm not!" I hissed out loud. "Also, good luck surviving your next class." Whispered The Voice. "What?!" There was no answer. I grumbled under my breath and turned again, not sure where I was going. The twists and the turns of the castle were hard to remember. I tripped a lot. I passed a few first years, and heard them whispering to each other; "it's the monster girl." I'd learnt to ignore the whispers. But that didn't stop the comments from lingering in my mind. A part of me always reminded me, I'm not normal. But this time, the words rang clear in my mind. "You're a monster." 'I'm a monster', I found myself agreeing. My mind clouded as I kept walking. I made the wrong twists and turns. I felt compressed. It was getting harder to breath. I found a broom closet and hid myself in it before anyone saw me like this. What was wrong with me?! I survived The Triwizard Tournament, a knife st4b, getting t0rtur3d by my own brother and then k1lling him. And here I was. Hidden in a broom closet, trying not to cry, because of self insecurity. But still, I couldn't stop myself from thinking it. "I'm a monster..." I heard a voice. A comforting one. I wasn't much aware of my surroundings, but the voice seemed to be...calling me? "Marcie?" I snapped out of it, gasping softly. "I...uh...hi." I stammered, then mentally facepalmed at my awkwardness. The voice belonged to Cathy. She sat down next to me. "You okay?" she asked, her voice...surprisingly gentle. I didn't look at her. I didn't want to see the blur of her face I could even manage to see. "...fine." I muttered. "No you're not." she said firmly. "You're not fine. And stop saying that you are." "Cathy, don't worry about me." I said, still not looking up. "I'm gonna worry about you just as much as I like." she snapped. "I don't know what you see, or what you feel, but you're my friend, whether you like it or not. And I care about you, Marcella." Well. That was...unexpected. Honestly, I didn't even mind the fact that she called me 'Marcella'. "...uhm...thanks..." I managed. "I...I care about you too." Cathy probably smirked at that. "Never thought I'd hear you say that, pipsqueak." "don't call me pipsqueak." "I will, 'cus you're short." "God, you're just like Georgina." "Thanks." I rolled my eyes (well, eye. I'm still getting used to that.) "Why did you even find me in a broom closet though?" I asked. Cathy laughed nervously. "Well, uh... BYE" And then she proceeded to up and run out of the closet. And that was the first time, ever since I had k1lled my brother, that I smiled.