Trigger Warning:mention of suicide and language.
The stains of blood echo in my mind.
Heart racing as I see eyes stare at me, I want to leave, I want to run I want to get out of the room.
My eyes stain with tears as the memories remind me of who you are, of who I used to be. Who I tried to run away from so many times.
Yet you keep coming back to me.
You never cared and you never will. As my blood leaks from body, you dance at the thought of my ache and wished you would have caused more pain when you could.
Evil person you are, yet you think you're a saint.
Taking me by my throat, and watching as my neck squeezes against your hand.
Why do you enjoy my pain? Is it because you are a sadist? A sadist for my own pain because your life is boring without it?
Your thin nails breaking at the thought of me moving on from you so you make sure to keep me in your mind.
Make sure that I don't forget as you come up to me and smile.
You keep teasing me and when I try to heal the pain you did. You smile at my attempt at getting better.
Why, why did you do this? Why did you make me this way? Make me see my death over and over when too many people come around.
Make me feel like a bad person for wanting to leave it all behind.
After everything that you did to me, you would think the torture stuck in my lungs would be enough.
But it's not, you like to see me panic, squirm and hold a knife to my throat as if it will cut.
You like to see my face in therapy as I cry to my therapist about the thing you put in my head. The things you made me see when I was just a child.
I wonder if it will ever end and sometimes I think it won't until I draw my last breath.
But even then I think you would still haunt me then.
You ratchet bitch you, drawing your teeth at me as if you are a dog.
Biting into my brain like it's a steak when you know it's what I need to function but you don't care.
You never truly cared about me nor did you want to care, all you wanted was to see those salty pearls drip down my face.
A salt river, that was big enough for you to have a drink, to smile and laugh, and pretend like you're a God just because you have a little power.
But a little power isn't enough to do real change, to have a real role in the world, and you know that.
You know that other people don't respect you and you know that the only way you can bring fear out of someone, is through me.
So you use me for whatever you can, and make sure it sticks, because if you don't have me to torture, then you truly have nothing.
They say no one really cares about you, only what you can do for them. Only what you're useful for.
Johnathan was like one of those people, for the witch was useful to them. They didn't hate her but like everyone else in the town, they expected more of her, needed her to give everything, just as she gave the town.
It was wrong for them to feel that way, but it was the truth, in life people always will want something out of you or expect something. Nothing is ever truly free and it will never be, freedom is more of an illusion than a want and it is the desire that we all crave.
"Witch Lady, I need some medicine."
Regina shook her head, "I told you, Johnathan, that's not my name, you have to ask nicely."
They sighed, "Please, Witch Lady."
"Still, not my name~." She sang, mixing some green herbs with some red ones.
An eyebrow twitched on Johnathan's face but they took a deep breath and put their hands together, "Please, Witch Regina, may I have some medicine for my scratchy throat?"
Regina put a finger on her lip and smiled, plopping a small jar onto the counter by Johnathan, "Thank you, now was that so hard?"
"Yes."
"No, it wasn't you liar."
The deep voice startled Johnathan, turning around to see a midnight-hair man standing behind them.
"Who the hell are you!?"
"A friend of Regina's, who are you?"
Johnathan looked to Regina for reassurance, and she nodded, as they turned back to Regina's friend, "Johnathan, I'm from village."
The midnight-haired man sneered at the mention of the village and Regina noticed his growing irritation, "It's okay, Leo, Johnathan was just joking. They are okay."
Leo's brows eased walking over to her, a hand on her shoulder, "You sure?"
"I wouldn't lie to you."
Johnathan raised a brow at the two interacting, rolling their eyes at the seemingly romantic moment.
"Well, anyway thank you for the medicine."
"Yeah of course." She sat her mixing bowl to the side and softly smiled, "The doctor in town must couldn't help your throat huh?"
"Exactly."
Johnathan shuffled uncomfortably, "They tried to give me some bitter syrup for it, but of course that didn't help only made my lips stick together."
Leo chuckled and Regina nudged him, feeling sympathetic, "Well, I'm sorry about that, you know even though I'm not the village favorite, I'll still always lend a hand..Especially, for you Johnathan."
Johnathan tried to hide their blush, covering their face as Regina laughed herself, grateful for the company in her presence.
She picked back up her mixing bowl, poking out her lips, with a thought in her head, "Hey, Johnathan."
Johnathan lifted up their head, "Yeah?"
"Do you want to stay for dinner per chance?"
"Dinner?"
"Yeah."
Leo looked between the two and folded his arms as Johnathan pondered on an answer.