Free The White Witch by B.C. Morin

circle gets around me, the harder it is to breathe, a vortex of sorts is pulling the air from around me. “Will you not defend yourself?” Out of the corner of my eye I see him cock his head at me. “Perhaps I am wrong about you.”
    I hear him, but I cannot react to his words. To my right, in the distance I hear leaves crunching. The sound gets closer and closer but I am now on my knees and I have no idea who is nearby or if I will live to find out. A flash of grey and white light comes from beside me cutting through the vortex and knocking Erebos out of my line of sight. The ground beneath me begins to spin as I try to take in air, but it’s too late, the darkness is here.
     
    My eyes flutter open to the sound of a tea kettle whistling. A tan microfiber sofa and blanket envelop me. A fog clouds my mind and I cannot keep a coherent thought.
    “I was wondering if you were going to wake up. You falling into a coma would be pretty difficult to explain to your parents.” The familiar voice comes from the next room.
    I sit up slowly, taking in my surroundings. The walls around me are a light shade of grey. The house is meticulous with very minimal furniture and no dirt or stains to be seen. The living room isn’t very large, but big enough to house the sofa I am on, a loveseat and a large flatscreen tv. Across the hall is an open dining room, and judging from the noises, the kitchen is in the next room.
    Mr. Wentworth rounds the corner with a mug in his hands, the steam forming intricate shapes as it rises up.
    “How… what?” the only words I can manage to trickle out.
    “Oh.” He looks at the tea. “It’s just the combination of the herbs.” He hands me the cup, and though it smells divine, I am afraid of any liquid that can control the shape of its own steam. “Trust me. It will help clear the fog in your head.”
    How did he know I felt foggy?
    I take a sip and almost instantly, I begin to think clearer. “What happened?”
    “You don’t remember?” He sits on the loveseat, leaning forward, his forearms on his legs and hands clasped
    “I remember seeing someone watching me and I thought it was you because I see you a lot. I took off and ran into the woods and there was this guy.”
    “Do you know who he is?”
    “No, well, not really. I’d only met him this afternoon. He said something about seeing something in me, but I don’t know what the hell he was talking about.” I take another sip of the tea and look at my counselor. “What was he doing to me? When he was walking around me, my head felt like it was going to explode and I couldn’t breathe.”
    He chuckles lowly. “He was trying to get into your mind. But you were somehow able to keep him out. I’m not sure how you were able to do it, being that you are so young and you don’t fully have an understanding of your powers yet.”
    “Wait.” I put the mug down on the coffee table. “My what? Did you just say powers?”
    He presses his lips together. “Yes.”
    “Mr. Wentworth, I think you’ve read too many books, or tried counseling too many kids. There is no such thing as powers.” I say, though I, myself am unsure. “ You know, I was thinking that maybe I fell and hit my head and imagined all this, but now I wonder if you are the one that has hit his head.” I stand, removing the blanket and dropping it on the sofa. “I have to get home. My parents are probably worried.”
    “Katelyn, I assure you that there is such a thing. What do you think has been happening to you since you were a little girl?”
    I stare at him open mouthed. “Those are coincidences, or freak accidents of nature.” I half yell, only because I don’t know how or why he knows this. “Magic belongs in the books I read! And how did you know that things have been happening since I was a little girl?” I yell at him feeling exposed at the revelation of his knowledge about me.
    “There is a lot you don’t know, Katelyn. But I can’t explain it if you