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life after I’d had a taste of what homeyness and normality felt like. It would be hard for me to be a witch after I’d seen what it was like, and liked, being human.

Chapter 5
    I woke up the next morning with what felt like resolve. It wasn’t just resolve, it was a plan to change everything. I didn’t want what the witches had to offer anymore. I hadn’t wanted it for some time but it was always hard to break away from what was tradition, from what I grew up with. Ever since I was very, very young, my mother had told me what I was and how it made my life different. As I grew older, it was proven to me in so many ways.
    When I was older and my mother died it was almost in honor of her rather than for myself that I carried on doing it. But now? I was tired. I was tired of being something I never really wanted to be, and I was tired of everyone forcing me to be even more of what I already was.
    The biggest part was that for the first time, my own bed had felt uncomfortable. With the clean sheets and the hard mattress, it had felt like I wasn’t home when I slept. I thought about the bed with the unclean sheets and the dent in the middle that caused a body to roll inevitably to the middle. And I thought of the dark comical hair that offered me coffee I didn’t have to make.
    I had always been independent, but now, waking up to my very quiet apartment seemed oppressively lonely. How was it possible that one night had changed everything for me? How was one night enough to make everything in my life feel like it wasn’t enough anymore?
    I was strong. I knew that. The fight with Rebecca had proven it. The fact that Nema, the high priestess since I was a little girl, wanted me to take over from her proved it. But above all, the fact that no one could make me change my mind, not even Marlena, was proof.
    I had to get away. Kitten came in and sat on the edge of the bed, ready to jump away if she needed to.
    “You still want attention, don’t you?” I asked and she mewed in response.
    “Well, I’m starting to feel the same way you do, I don’t want anyone to touch me, but I’m starting to hate being alone.”
    She jumped off the bed and sauntered out of the room. She could leave, just like that, because she was a cat and she made her own choices. She only looked for attention when she wanted it. She wasn’t like a dog, loyal and dependent, so that she had to stay or relying on people for much, and she definitely wasn’t there to be someone’s petting toy.
    It wasn’t really that simple, of course. Not for me, a witch belonging to a coven. And not only that, but sister of another witch, and most of all, strongest witch as far as I knew. It would be more complicated if I just sauntered off because I felt like it. But what could they really do? They weren’t as strong as I was, they couldn’t get me to do their bidding, so how would they stop me from doing my own?
    I started looking around. The papers offered a lot and it wasn’t long before I’d called a couple of people and I was on my way to find a new place to stay. It didn’t have to be miles away, just in a new part of town, where no one knew me, and I didn’t have to do what everyone expected me to. I had lived in this neighborhood my whole life. I agreed with myself, it was time for a change.
    I needed a job, something that didn’t include being a witch. If I didn’t want to be a witch, it meant I would have to live off money that didn’t come from daddy. We had some sort of funding, which meant that as witches, we could focus on what was really important, rather than focus on surviving. Somehow, surviving seemed like more fun.
    It wasn’t long before I found the perfect place. It was old and in a neighborhood that wasn’t the best. That, of course, didn’t bother me so much, and it meant the price was lower. It was in a dark apartment building and the walls were a little cracked. The floors could use some carpeting and I would have to find somewhere