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- Posted: Sun, 07 Oct 2012 06:14:01 +0000
ÅℬɨℊÅɨʆ ℒɨʆʆɨÅɲ ɣeretti
ÅℬɨℊÅɨʆ ℒɨʆʆɨÅɲ ɣeretti
Abigail didn't know Max even dared look at her because she kept her eyes glued to the floor with her head slightly hung as if she were ashamed of something. The fact that she didn't want to see or speak with him made his voice sound much more distant as if he were down the hall speaking softly to her but she did manage to understand what he was saying. Why he was telling her to stay away from Kane was beyond her but she didn't question him instead she just gave a slight nod but to his surprise she also chuckled lightly. Though she spoke she still kept her head down, "I assure you that I'm used to dangerous people who don't care, Other than that you'll find me alone with Bo 100% of the time, there is no need to 'worry'."
When he mentioned food her stomach had indeed grumbled but she had shoved food into her face last night so she could go without eating until the evening. Her wobbling had finally stopped and she had opened her mouth to tell him that she wasn't hungry but in the end she only stood there silently. He finished saying what he wanted and then left and when he was completely gone she too headed down stairs. Abigail had left her bag in the dinning room and so it would be a good idea to get it before anyone else found it and snooped around her stuff. It was almost a blur memory of what happened only hours ago and she wondered if that man and woman were still here but then again it didn't really matter. They would be to busy with themselves to really remember the very person who saved the woman's life. In fact, it wouldn't be the first time she healed someone and got nothing out of it, not even a thank you. Perhaps there was some sort of curse on her that she didn't know about, a curse that made everyone hate her, in exception for Bo and Max...though she wasn't sure if he was just tolerating her. There was still that memory of him wanting to take her away to a hospital while she was in her coma that make her unsure if Max was nice or not. Like Bo she had her suspicions but unlike him she gave people a chance.
Now that she was in her room and a bit more sober, Abigail sat by the window and simply rubbed her temples to get rid of the head ache. She figured it would be a good idea to drink a potion and luckily she had gone down to retrieve her bag. Putting it on her lap she dug through it until she pulled her hand out, but instead of the veil she needed it, it was a cherry blossom and for some reason it was still intact. Her mind wrapped around an idea, a stupid and ridiculous idea. The spell she thought of would never work but she figured she’d do it anyway because it would keep her mind off of her head ache and maybe God would cut her a break and let the spell work. Abigail figured that if the spell were to work then Hell would most likely freeze over and that would be a disaster. Continuing to dig things out for the spell, she soon began to crush everything into a bowl before pouring in a green liquid into the power. The muddy liquid began to illuminate slowly until the liquid became incredibly clear. For a moment she stared into the water and stared at her own reflection and for a moment the image of her mother came in place of her reflection. She looked away startled but quickly looked back though unfortunately the image had vanished. It was the first time in years that she ever saw the face of her mother, so it made her wonder why she saw it now. The last couple days were off and not only did it feel like something terrible was about to happen but it felt like the future held much more pain than she had gone through. A low and long grown slipped past her lips as she put the bowl on the window sill, with the cherry blossom sitting next to it. Meanwhile Abigail hunched over and grabbed her head as it began to ache more but she also grew frustrated.
It took her a moment to regain her composure as she stood up and grabbed the small flower and simply tossed it in the bowl, no longer caring about the spell but once the flower landed and floated about in the clear liquid, the spell had been complete. She dug through her bag again, her back to the bowl as she fished for the veil to get rid of her head ache. Little did she know that the liquid and flower began to glow a light green color and the most interesting thing would surely happen. For now she pulled out the proper potion and simply drank it, ignoring what was going on behind her.
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