Chapter 25: The witch

When I type the world witch on google there were so much results that I didn’t knew where to begin first.

In almost every part of the world there are references to witches, they practiced magic that could be white magic or black, dark obscure magic the worse and more dangerous that can be practiced. Mostly women were the one who practiced the art of witchcraft.

After going through websites the conclusions were that the art of witchcraft was mostly performed by women, it wasn’t a thing to trifle with. All who practiced it outcast, feared and generally considered a carrier of bad omens, chased, burned even drowned were some of the punishment applied upon people who were found guilty of witchcraft in some part of the world. That bad image had started to change recently because a lot of authors started writing about good witches different from their evil doing sisters making people having another opinion about the art, in television too a lot of movies that treat about the subject so the new generation considered all things related just to be fiction, history from a moment man was unable to understand the world he lived in.

I also believed that witchcraft was just fiction even after everything that had happened to me. And at that moment I was divided the rational part in me couldn’t believe all those superstitions thank to my father who taught me to only believe in facts that can be proven right by scientific methods, with rules, formulas or a logical explanation and real proofs than can prove the veracity on the idea or the things we believed in. The other part of me, the less rational one was freaking out as I tho about the event that happened in the last hour ‘I should better say last days because since Wednesday night, I don’t have recollection of anything else’.

With all the informations I found on internet I was more frightened because if only part of the things I was reading were right I had a lot of to be concerned for, the way she chased after me for my tears and didn’t get them and witches weren’t known for being the giving up type when the had purpose in mind.

‘Nicole Johansen, what should I do now’. I pondered, not knowing who she was before that. So I googled her name, there were around two thousand results but after more searching there were still around six hundred Nicole Johansen only in Washington than can match the description. For what I’ve seen of her for the last days she had dark blue hair, dark eyes and wear a lot of make up so I didn’t knew what she really looked like beneath all that layers of painting

In Kennewick there were thirty seven Nicole Johansen between thirteen to seventeen but none of them attended kamiakin high so it seemed a dead end.

I googled Jason Chan crossed with kamiakin high only one result, Jason Noah Chan R. It was just a Facebook account luckily it was open to public, so scrolling through the publications I found photos in which appeared Jason with other people in one he appeared with a girl they were hugging each other with a big smile plastered upon their faces, the girl has dark blonde hair and brown eyes and her features resembled of Nicole. I selected the photo to save it and initials appeared upon each faces, on Jason it said JNCR and on the girl LNJ.

‘Who is she?’. I asked myself as I scrolled through the other photos he had posted but no one else attracted my attention. On the photo the girl was wearing a t-shirt with kamiakin high written in the front so I concluded she must be a student there two.

unfortunately the school page didn’t offer information about the enrolled students and she didn’t appear in the photos posted in the page. Another dead end and I felt really deceived because after three hours researching on internet I didn’t get something useful to begin with. I was exhausted and given the fact that I hadn’t totally recuperate from my dive in the river last Wednesday and my ankle was still painful a little bit.

‘I need a new cellphone and Monday I must start digging in for more information about Nicole Johansen’. I said out loud a weird habit I had for a long as I can reminisce.

a knock on the door stopped my pondering.

“Come in”. I responded.

It was Celia, she entered the room with her eternal warm smile plastered on her face. ‘How my father was unable to see how beautiful she was and perfect for him?’ I wondered again.

“Hola cariño, did you had any sleep?”. She said.

“I had sleep in for two days so my body is unable to sleep now”. I said.

“Anyhow you have to rest to get well quickly and don’t walk otherwise you could hurt your ankle more”. Celia said as she came by my side and put one of her hand on my shoulder.

Celia made me comfortable, she and my dad was the unique people I felt comfortable with and the only one who can touch me without making me cringe, but there were also Jason lately I didn’t care being around him even if I didn’t knew more about him. Like we knew each other for a long time and we met again after a long period separated.

“I’m fine Celia and my ankle doesn’t hurt anymore”. I lied.

She kneeled down and took my foot in her hands and massaged it lightly even so that made me hiss in pain.

“So you said that your ankle didn’t hurt anymore right?”. She said with her personal what-did-you-say smile.

“Ok, ok it still hurt a little bit”. I surrendered, I didn’t even know why I tried anymore to hide thing from her when I knew that she could knew read through me like a open book.

“Are you angry? Diner is ready come down now your father is waiting for you?”. Celia said standing up.

“Thank you I would be there in a bit, I just need to get change”.

“Do you need help?”. Celia asked caring as always.

“No thank you, I’m fine”.

“Ok he is waiting for you.”

That strange for him to be at home in a Saturday night, since he started dating officially Maddie, rare was the weekend he stayed at home with me.

‘Maybe he will went out after having diner with me.’ I thought.

“Why are you looking information about witches?” Celia asked.

“Oh...for nothing...just... just a random research. I was reading a book treating upon the subject that why”. I rambled

Celia searched my face for a long moment, my heart was beating so fast because I knew she wouldn’t buy my bullshit of answer but extraordinarily she didn’t say anything just nodded and exited the bedroom.

“Uff that was a close one”. I said out loud, I quickly closed the window on my laptop screen and get a quick shower and changed into a new outfit and at last I climbed down the stairs and get to the dining room.