“A Fantastic day to do a spell, don’t you think Mary? You still up for it? Lillian shouts to me, loud enough so she can be heard over the whistling wind.
“I … erm guess so Lilly,” I reply weakly as we make haste, running to Lillian’s house, escaping the falling drops of rain.
You see Lillian has been bugging me all day, she said to me during our boring math class, that she had a dream late last night. And in this crazy dream, a mysterious figure approached her; he appeared to Lillian how you'd expect death to, in a form of an evil looking apparition.
Apparently, he spoke to Lilly; he explained that she was a infact a witch, that she had a rare powerful gift. Death managed to convince Lillian, he said to her that - she would be able to help me see clearly again, that I wouldn’t need my ugly glasses anymore, the bullies would quit calling me horrible names and my migraines would fade to nothing.
Lillian been gulable as pair usual, she believed everything that happened in her dream was real, Lillian convinced she was a witch and begged me all day at school to be allowed to attempt the spell, the one that was 'ment' to cure my eyes.
Not wanting to upset my best friend I agreed. Since agreeing, I've had a bad feeling about this ritual all day, but I can’t back out now.
So … that's why I've battled the increasingly bad weather and come home with her tonight. I'm going to cooperate with Lillian and let her attempt the ritual. I guess once it fails, and it will do you know - because witchcraft is not real, everyone knows that. we can finally move on and forget about this nonsense.
Crashing through the front door, we escape the pouring rain. Both Lillian and I chuck our bags carelessly under the stairs ignoring Sandra, Lillian’s mother as we do. She stands frowning at us as we dart upstairs to prepare for the spell - the ritual.
“Right Mary - sit on this,” Lilly commands as she drags a wooden chair to the bedroom door. She places it up against the white glossy door, trapping the handle in place so it cannot be opened from the outside.
“Don’t want Mum barging in and interrupting the spell,” Lillian mentions when she notices my uneasy expression.
Doing as Lilly asked, I sat cautiously on the chair. Alarm bells began to ring loud warnings in my head, but I chose to ignore them. Lillian is my friend, what's the worst that could happen?
“Ok … I must tie you to the chair - with this rope,” Lilly says whilst showing it to me.
“Is that really necessary,” I frown.
“Yes, because you might move and Mary - honestly … you are the most fidgety person I know,” laughs Lillian as she ties me securely to the wooden seat. “Ok … you need this too,” Lilly barks, holding up a thick piece of fabric before forcing it deep into my mouth. “That is in case you speak, if I did allow you to speak, the spell would fail -and we wouldn't want that now would we Mary?”.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror opposite, I feel really disturbed, I can’t move or speak. I look like a sad victim of kidnap, I think to myself. Wiggling in an attempt to loosen the rope, I begin to regret ever allowing her to do this stupid spell.
My eyes now stalking Lilly, I witness her pulling a long, silver knife out of her bedside table. Gasping for air as my whole body begins to panic. I attempt despretly to breath from my mouth, but the cloth is blocking my attempt to drag in oxygen. My only choice is to breathe forcefully through my nose, freeing snot from it as I do.
“Mary … you're about to become bloody Mary, don't worry though … I know what I’m doing!” Lillian tells me confidently, as she places the cool blade carfully against my face. I wiggle frantically from side to side, trying to avoid the sharp tip of the knife.
“Stop moving ... you'll ruin everything,” Lilly says while slapping me sharply.
Feeling absolutely shocked and hysterical, I burst into tears, soaking my face in record time, I attempt to scream but the sound is muffled and hidden by the damp, dirty cloth.
Horrified as I watch in the mirror opposite, as my psycho friend begins to dig the knife into my eye socket. Feeling it pop the skin as it glides through the pain is excruciating. The pain is that extreme, that I gag and throw up uncontrollably in my mouth. With no where to go, the vomit heads back the way it came, choking and burning my throat on the way.
Lillian manages to scoop out one eye, causing blood to escape the new hole. It gushes out all over my new school jumper and onto the floor, forming a small red puddle by myself and the chair I'm tied to.
“So that's one eye bloody Mary, only one more to go,” Lillian calmly explains as she begins to dig into my other eye socket, releasing my other eye. As she completely severs it, my body gives in and falls quickly into a forever sleep - the pain is just to excruciating for me to stay in the land of the living. The loss of blood to much for me to survive, Lillian ... my best friend, takes away my life.
Furious about my violent death, I refuse to follow the awaiting Death into the after life; instead my indignant soul escapes and hides in the mirror, refusing to leave this world. "I will not go with you," I shout safely at the evil apparition from behind the mirror
“Ok … bloody Mary, the spell is complete,” Lilly confirms, not quite realiseing my body is cold.
Lillian was instructed by Death, to remove my eyes while saying bloody Mary before, during and after she freed them. Once the ritual was complete, she could then place them back and my eye sight would be perfect.
Feeling hurt and angry as I watch Lillian panic. She attempts to return my eyes to my cold, lifeless body - despretly trying to push them back into the discusting bloody holes. She screams madly the second she realises I'm gone, she collapses mentally broken and distraught in a heap on the floor.
“What have you done Lillian, what the hell have you done?” Sandras body goes into auto pilot, she ignores her murderer daughter and sees to Mary. “Oh god, look at the state of Mary - Bloody Mary!”
And that was it, that was my que. My vengeful spirit leapt from the mirror, clutching Sandra’s face tightly, I painfully ripped her eyes out and away from her face. Ruthlessly I took away her sight and from anyone else that said bloody Mary in front of a mirror again.
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