1 YEAR AGO
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She was on her knees, wow, showstopper indeed. "I have six moths left to live." She says, and for the first time in my twenty four years of living, I see a tears escape Jenn's eyes. It was like someone had slowly ripped my heart open and left it to spill out the blood. No, it couldn't be, she…but she is a Sage. I started shaking, tears cascaded down my cheeks and my knees gave out, I found myself on the ground, sobbing. 6 months, that was not enough, I still needed…..I still needed time. NO. That was not fair, but I still couldn't process it, my brain was a maze and my heart was racing and aching.
I breath in gasps as I try to summon the courage to speak but I keep failing, all the emotional abuse, all the talk about being a strong woman, then leaving me to my devices, then she gets to show up and just tell me she's dying. NO FUCKING WAY!!
"You," I start in an accusing tone. "You left.."
"Because I had to.."
"Because you had to? You are my mother!! Did you ever once ever just stop and think about how I will live afterwards? I had not even manifested yet!" I shout between sobs.
Her eyes widen in shock. "But you said….." she pauses and exhales….. "I wouldn't…..no no no...you said that you manifested your powers already.. you said you were a telepath…"
"So that gave you a right to leave…"
"Your father was abusing me!!!!"
"So you left me with him? And me saying that I manifested made you feel like somehow you can just leave…. I fought for you, I lied about manifesting because I didn't want him to blame you for something that was not your fault…..and then you left…"
"Xenna…."
"You selfish bitch!!!" I scream. Waves ripple out throwing her across the room. Still on my knees, I struggle with minimal strength to get up, she does not deserve my empathy…not now, not ever. "He…" I choke out… "r.. ra.. raped me…every night for three weeks after you left…." I gasp for air… my chest tightens as more tears make their way down my cheeks.
She's limp against the wall but her eyes are fixed on me, in disbelief of what she's hearing. I move forward, weakly. I exhale heavily. "I screamed, and fought….and tried to even poison him sometimes, but ..after you left he stopped eating at home… he was always drunk. He'd come home and rip the blanket away from me…." I look into her eyes. "He said I was his, then he'd….." I fall to my knees again, all strength to continue talking gone, rage left in its place.
"Then one day, he came home, drunk and brutal per his usual routine, and as he was….." I exhale again…catching my breath. "As he….was ..I felt an ache in my abdomen. I told him I was hurting but he didn't care, he went on. The pain increased with a force…I was screaming, the whites of my eyes felt like they were spreading to my iris, I was blinded with it, and the pain erupted everywhere. I heard him scream as well. Then it was all gone in a second. He was heavy, and still, on top of me. It took me a few seconds to register what had happened, then start moving to get him off me. My father was dead, his insides liquefied, a mass of liquid in a body. I managed to stand and move a few feet before I collapsed and fainted.
When I woke up, I was in pain, it felt like my uterus had been ripped out of my body, and I was lying in a pool of blood."
My mother sobs as she comes to the terrible realization of what had just happened.
"Yes mom," I say softly, but the sobbing had stopped, my voice was a mere whisper, but cold at the same time. "I was lying in a pool of my own blood, a sacrifice."
"I'm sorry," she cries out but I push her to the wall, forcefully with my mind. Sorry, she is sorry. Of course she is. I chuckle
"You see, turns out there are effects to manifesting prematurely." I stand up, though my knees are weak. I stretch out my arms, willing the power in me to the surface. "Not only did my father die during my manifestation, I lost my ability to procreate after. I was lying in a pool of blood, the remains of my uterus MOTHER!" I scream as I let out a telekinetic surge of huge magnitude.
The power coursed out through me, like nothing I had ever felt before. Fuck, this was what they warned us about, burn out, overload caused by overwhelm, and here we are, I couldn't control it as it tore through me and all went to her, pressing her body into the wall.
As much as I hate her for what she did, I knew I couldn't kill her even if I wanted to. Apart from myself, my mother was the only other Psythelian, and a sage at that. So when I felt a crack and snap followed by an immediate withdrawal of the overwhelming telekinetic surge I knew. And they'd probably be coming for me at any moment now, I needed to leave, but even so I couldn't.
My limbs failed me and I was down on the ground helplessly waiting for them to come and find me. The energy had fizzled out like a damp squib, I was damn facing my own death. Desolate was the word for what I felt in this moment, I didn't even have good memories that my brain would play for the last seven minutes after I die, if that happens. My eyelids did not object the incoming darkness that now occupied my vision, as a matter of fact, they effortlessly fell shut to hasten the process.
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"And judging by the turn of events and my amnesia that followed after, I'm guessing its not a mage trained by them who found me." I say with a sigh as my mind connects the dots of everything that had happened right before I lost my memories. Judging by the flow of events, the magnitude of the surge causing my amnesia is a likely event in the magical world witches have suffered more for less. But who found me?
"I'm afraid this is the part where I have to come forth and admit my role in this." Reid says in a gruff tone. Like he's admitting to something, which doesn't make sense considering I'd never knew him in that period. "What do you mean?" The question comes out before I can help myself and be thoughtful about things.