Wrath

      Some high school kids called me Zombie girl just because I’d been found three years ago buried in the town dump. With no memories of my life before found I was called Jane. Estimating that I was thirteen years old; the police said no one had reported me missing. Scared for the first year (even though my foster family was nice) I took Taekwondo.

Students chanted at me, “You put a spell on me.”

Waving my arms I chanted that Jahil would be in love with me and then spoiled it all by laughing.

The next day Jahil followed me around like a puppy dog. I told him to stop, but he said, “That’s not an option. I love you.”

I said under my breath, “For you I don’t exist.”

Jahil turned and disappeared around the corner.

“Great work Cassie,” a man dressed all in black said to me.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Your creator, Marcus Blackstone and now that you’ve found yourself; you can do my bidding,”

“Not on your life Blackstone, I am my own person.”

He grabbed at me but I use Taekwondo and took him down. He laughed and said,” When you want to learn to wield your power come see me.

Then he disappeared in a puff of smoke. I haven’t seen him since and I hope I don’t. I remembered how he buried me and left me for dead. Cassie Blackstone came from a long line of witches, he should fear my wrath.

©Sheilagh Lee  November 5, 2018