Fairy

My heart felt cleaved in two and in the jagged, raw crevice bitterness boiled and burned. 

After I'd gotten home last night, I couldn't face my sisters or Mrs. Moore, so I'd decided to skip explanations. I'd texted the twins that I was going to bed and I'd tell them all the gruesome details today.

I'd crashed pretty hard, emotionally exhausted from all the drama that had unfolded at the coven meeting. Not to mention crying until I was wrung dry. My eyes felt crusty and my throat hurt. 

And my insides felt like a burning tar pit.

Fire and anger and pity roiled up through me, spreading under my skin like poison. 

I wasn't looking forward to giving April and May the bad news. 

Depression settled around me like an itchy wool cloak. I didn't want to carry that sadness around with me all day, but sometimes, you don't get to choose your burdens. I rubbed my chest as if that would soothe the ache that had settled inside me.