What would you think if someone told that you had to hide your true self from the others? If he told you that you can't tell anyone about what you are?
Don't try to give an answer...
I haven't even done it myself.
For almost 4 years I've been hiding my true self, what I really am. It's hard to lie to your friends and family and don't be able to scream the truth.
But that's what I am doing.
Only my best friend knows and she keeps quite. Nevertheless, is not easy to admit it. Basically, is almost impossible to tell that out loud.
What's done is done now. There is no turning back.
I still remember that cloudy day. It was Saturday and I was at home with my mum. We were making dinner and everything was fine.
You see, my only problem is that I'm really slow in what I'm doing and that was making my mum furious. So, I wouldn't go faster and I started to give on her nerves when it happened.
The bowl I was stirring fell down and all the kitchen became a big mess. She got mad, really mad at me. And she slaped me.
Not one, but two times.
Then she told me to go to my room because she didn't want to see me. I felt terrible and worthless. Whenever she would do that I would feel awful and ended up crying myself to sleep.
But not this time. This time I just left quietly and went to my room. My mind was fuzzy and I couldn't think anything. And then I heard it.
It was a painful scream from the kitchen. Quickly I got up and went to see what was going on. I peeked at the kitchen's half open door and I saw my mum being in pain.
Her hand had twisted in half, it wasn't broken but more like someone was doing this to her. I rushed next to her and I massaged it so it will ease the pain.
After a couple of minutes she was better and apologized to me for previously. I said it's ok and we continued with the dinner.
That wasn't the first time that accident happened. In the future it happened more and more frequently and I couldn't explain it.
It wasn't always the hand. Sometimes was her neck, or other times she choked on her water or on her own spit.
But the weird thing is that all those phenomenally accidently things would occur after she had slap me or curse upon me.
Many years later, when I was 13, I searched about that on the Internet and asked many people that I wished they had an answer.
One man told me that maybe I was putting a curse on my mum without me wanting it. The unwilling curse. Truth be told I was a little scared.
I knew that curses had to do with magick but I had never get involved with those things. But this was the beginning of my magical journey.
Now, I've read and practiced a lot to become what I knew I could be. I am not afraid anymore, I feel powerful, like I can do so many things. I cast spells and help my friends.
Never think that all this power comes without a price. The price I pay is the mask I wear when I'm with other people. To hide who I am.
To hide my true me.
Being a witch is a wonderful and dangerous thing all the same time.
You just have to know your boundaries. Because when you cross them, you have to expect your consequences.
Ps. This is work of fiction
