Not only do I have to go as an obligation, I have to go to show that I am strong and won't let anything hold me back, I just sat in front of the fireplace all day in this fluffy dressing gown that Aunt Hilda gave to me in the morning it is a very cozy dressing gown to say the least. It's only a matter of hours before the feast where somebody ruthlessly takes their life to be a sacrifice for the coven to eat. In the afternoon Aunt Hilda came back from picking up my dress a new one to fit me better, it was beautiful once she helped me get into it. It was made out of black lace with a silk red corset I had never seen a dress so exquisite, I stared at myself in the mirror and brushed my long straight black hair I could see aunt Hilda stood at the door watching me and then I saw my mother next to her. I quickly chanted in my head to gain strength for only a few hours to get me through the feast, I stood up surprising both of them who hurried across to me immediately "How are you managing to stand up?" asked my mother grabbing onto my arm but I pushed her off, "A quick spell to give me strength that's what" I answered walking away I still felt so ill it was unbelievable every second I am scared I will vomit again because I can feel it every bit of it churning away in my stomach.

I walked into the kitchen making myself a drink and Sabrina walked in from being at school "Have a good day?" I asked and she was in shock, "eh I guess" she answered sitting down "want a drink?" I asked and she nodded her head I poured her a freshly squeezed glass of orange but as I turned around I lost my balance and fell the glass smashing but luckily not over my dress, I quickly stood up and a wave of sickness came over and I rushed to the toilet. I tied my hair back and leant over the toilet and threw up blood again however the blood clots were a lot worse a lot bigger and more scarier. After half an hour or so I went back to the living room with the blazing fire which was roaring like crazy, I sat down on the couch ad wrapped a blanket around me I felt strong but weak at the same time it is a very weird feeling but hey ho I'm ill for no reason my baby didn't make it so I have nothing to loose now.

Before I knew it time had flew by and it was time to go to the feast, I knew the spell was wearing off but that didn't stop me, me my mother and Sabrina headed up to the church immediately once I got in I had to sit down the feeling of being sick returned the room was spinning. Father Blackwood came out and announced that the feast was not happening and it turned into a up roar and a witch stood up and slit her own throat and everybody tucked right in. My mother and Sabrina just stood and watched on the platform and I was sitting watching but the idea of it happening in front of me made me feel vomit, I quickly turned my head and vomited everywhere and my mother rushed across to me placing her hand on my back "Get off of me I am fine" I said shrugging her hand off and then I stood up but immediately fell to the ground the spell had completely worn off. Sabrina and my mother picked me up from the ground my face had drained all colour it had but this time I felt so much worse I could feel my eyes closing ever so slightly getting more each time I batted my eyelids.

The next thing I know is I am wakening in my bed with my mother asleep in the chair next to me, she was peacefully sleeping so I didn't want to wake her but as I stood up my legs felt weak and were shaking, my mouth was as dry as could be you would think I hadn't had anything to drink in days. I quickly moved across my room feeling magnificent but then I heard my mother awake "your awake" she said as if she was surprised "well I am pretty sure that's what someone does when they fall asleep?" I said and she looked at me I could see her in the mirror on my dressing table " sweetheart you were in a coma for two weeks" she said and it made me jump, I had been in a coma what the hell?!

No wonder my legs felt weak and my mouth was as dry as a dessert but a coma I did not understand how could it be? I felt my body I had gained my weight back "your aunt made a remedy for you" she said after the silence " a remedy for what?" I asked and she sighed "for your father poising you somehow but he was that's how you lost Elda too" she said and I had to do a double take "I lost her?" I said in such sadness and shock everything was so blurred from the days I was Ill, she just bowed her head which said it all my baby girl was gone. Then it hit me my anger was uncontrollable my father took my baby the one thing that was keeping me sane and here in this world. I could feel tears wanting to come out but couldn't because I had no fluids in my body they were trapped just like me in this horrible world where I cant get no sense of happiness, I looked at my mother and compared to what I am feeling right now my hate for her seems to be miniscule and ridiculous less important then my father killing my child. 

"mother if you do not mind I would like to be alone please" I said and she nodded her head and left the room I could see she was skeptical in leaving, I mean she knows exactly what I am like I looked around the room and started shouting and yelling which led to me smashing things and throwing them everywhere. My room is now an absolute state and I was sat in the middle curled up in a ball just wanting to cry but its impossible at the moment, there isn't anything left that is in one piece.  I opened my bedroom door with a struggle as objects were blocking it after the struggle I headed on down to the kitchen and made myself a drink "are you okay sweetheart" asked Aunt Hilda with a gulp "honestly trust me you don't want to talk to me let alone for me to answer at this very moment" I answered with a harsh tone setting the mood  I could here saint whimpering from fear she must be scared of me at the moment poor thing she can register how I am feeling. 

I headed towards the front door heading straight outside to the Spellman graveyard, I stood in front of my parents grave sitting there staring at it. I had so much to say to them before there lives got taken too early in a horrible accident, but is there any point in me talking to them if they cant answer me?  You know I might come away from the church do something that means I have to be excommunicated because there is no way I want to be recognised as being part of the coven, but what exactly could I do to signify that punishment? I thought and thought about what I could do and then after a while it finally came to me the thing that my father would most despise, this, this was my best idea I had ever had in my whole life.

I will get baptised in the catholic church.......