Compulsive

Inevitable Part 2

I felt the hand of the person's heart I ripped out touch my shoulder. I turned to find mama with her jaw dropped while blood oozed from her chest.

"M-m-mama," I stammered as I felt my heart drop. "No no no, oh God no."

Her body slowly started to collapse to the floor, but I managed to catch her, dropping her heart, and using all my strength to lower her gently.

"Mama, I'm so sorry," I sobbed. "Please forgive me...please." I brushed the hair away from her face. Her dull, tedious, pale, cold, lifeless body rested in my arms. Her breaths got shorter and more separate by the second.

Her body laid there lifeless. No noise, no movement, no anything.

"Mama, please say something....anything." Tears streamed down my puffy eyes. My breaths got shorter and shorter as my heart raced. Tons of feelings stirred inside me as I shook her dead body.

"Mama...mama. Mama no please! I'm sorry! I'll give up the whole witch thing...just please come back to me. I never meant to hurt you..." Silence surrounded me. "AAAAAAAAAGH!!" My scream soon turn into the most pain-filled sob I've ever let escape my body.

Pain, rage, sadness...they all stirred inside me.

Slow claps formed behind me. Cleo started to tease me, "Aww poor Tess. That's what she calls you right? Tess? Well...called."

"Shut. Up," I strictly stated.

"Or was that only when you were the perfect angel she thought you'd always be..."

"Just leave me alone," I whispered with rage.

"Well we know that's not true. We're more alike than you think. I kill you, you kill your mom type-thing."

"I am NOTHING LIKE YOU!" My eyes became a vibrant pink. I let mama down gently and stood up. I limped over to Cleo. The cave quaked harder with each step I took.

For the first time all day, I saw fear on Cleo's face. "What are you doing," she shouted at me. "You're gonna kill us both, idiot."

I floated mama's body outside the exit, right by the grimoire, and spelled it so that Cleo couldn't leave until the next full moon which isn't for another month. Cleo ran to the exit and tried to get through, but she couldn't.

She turned to me slowly and laughed, "You think you're so clever, don't you? I know you won't kill yourself. Your mom's still out there, and how is she going to feel when you and her beloved wife are dead?"

Without any hesitation, I responded. "How naïve of you to assume that I wouldn't take this chance to kill you."

I can't hurt you without hurting myself, but maybe that doesn't mean other things can't hurt you personally.

I levitated Cleo with my hand and threw her across the cave, away from the exit. The ceiling of the cave started to subside. I did nothing. I just stood there, accepting my fate.

A giant boulder fell on Cleo's leg, holding her there. She let out painful screams and phrases, but I just blocked her out of my mind. She wiggled around in pain trying to remove her leg.

I blocked out everything; it was silent to me, but even the silence isn't quiet.

I looked over at mama's dead body, then at her heart. It was just as my vision showed: her dead body laying on a cave ground.

It was getting harder for me to breathe. All I feel like doing is dying by my mama's side.

I dropped down on my knees and then sat on my ankles. I faced up at the crumbling and collapsing, rocks. I deserve to fear for my death by watching a boulder fall on my face. I let a tear go in shame as I prepared for the inevitable.