How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 80

Jade rolled up the sleeves of her shirt, biting her cheek in order to not scream when her bad hand felt like it was being lit on fire. Ignoring the pain, she felt her feet lift off the ground. Not wanting to look down because she hated heights, she opted to keeping her eyes closed.

Moving her arms in circles, she whispered the incantation under her breath. Feeling her own breath catch in her chest, she could feel the air around her transfer into her body, making her feel dizzy. Pushing her hands in a downwards motion, she croaked out the spell. "Respirar."

Isaac shot up out of the bed, gasping for air as he yelled in pain. Scott rushed to his side, trying to reassure him that he was okay, and gently pushing him back down in the bed so he wouldn't do any more damage. Melissa snuck into the room, pushing a sedative into Isaac's arm, and letting out a sigh of relief when his chest rose and fell steadily.

Jade hit the floor, cradling her left arm in her lap. All she could hear was the deafening ringing in her ears. She crawled her way to her feet, stumbling through the hallways until she faintly made out the sign to a bathroom. Locking the main door so no one could get in, she gripped the sink. Running the water over her hand, she hissed in pain when it felt like someone was slicing off her skin and putting it in a fire.

She gasped, almost falling backwards when she looked in the mirror. The burns had travelled all the way from her left hand, to the left side of her neck. Waving her opposite hand, she flicked through the pages of her spell book that she had made appear on the counter top.

She furrowed her brows at the writing in a red pen beside a major healing spell. She blinked rapidly when she realised it was her mother's handwriting, convinced she was going mental.

You should only need to do the spell once in your lifetime and then you will be able to do it yourself by the book. If it's your first time healing after being badly burnt, use this spell. Trust me.

Invoco a mis antepasados ​​para que me ayuden a sanar, para poder convertirme en la bruja que estoy destinada a ser

Reading over the words to make sure they weren't going to disappear, she decided that she could trust it. It was definitely her mother's handwriting: the way she dotted her i's with a heart and the way she curled her y's.

Gripping the sink beneath her hands, she didn't listen to her instincts that were telling her to scream as painfully as she wanted to. Instead, she stared at her reflection in the square mirror, watching her eyes change from green to purple. Not letting her hands slip, she chanted the incantation lowly. She almost broke half way through, letting a small cry leave her lips when it felt like someone was killing her.

Finally letting herself drop to the floor, she held onto the sink by her elbows and pulled herself to her feet again. God, why her? And to believe when she was younger, she thought being a witch was the least painful thing in the world. That was a fucking lie if she had ever heard one.

Biting the bullet, she glanced into the mirror, her lips parting in shock. The burnt flesh was healing quickly, all the way from her neck to her hand, the only trace that it had been there being a light redness that looked like she'd just been sunburnt. Laughing quietly, she couldn't believe it. She'd healed other people and herself before, but she'd never healed herself to this extent.

"Oh, niece of mine, I know you're in there and you better be alive," Melissa rapped her knuckles on the door three times, her ear pressed up against it to see if she could hear anything. She sighed, hands on her hips when she wondered how likely it would be that she'd have to break down the door. She stepped back, almost jumping out of her skin when the door swung open. She hadn't expected her to break that easily, at least thinking she would have to coax her out.