Violet Eyes

I groan. Why do I have to wake up to this every day? My body hurts all over, so I know I have countless cuts and bruises on my torso, maybe even a cracked rib. Dad always makes sure to hit me where no one will see me. I slowly opened my eyes, hoping he wasn't there. He wasn't. I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked God I'm by myself.

"You stupid bitch, I told you you and your sister are NEVER allowed to go outside.'' He smacked me down to the ground and started to recite a familiar incantation. The next thing I knew their was a fire heating up my body, scorching me from inside out. I screamed, but he just laughed and laughed and laughed and - quickly I pushed the memory away, not wanting to relive that nightmare.

I looked around my room, noting the gray walls have a lot of blood on them. My blood. I winced, seeing the large stains. You could tell someone was beaten severely, me being said someone. At least it wasn't Shayla, I thought. That's when I saw the door opening, inch by inch.

"Micah?" A voice asked hesitantly. "Can I come in?"

Even though I didn't want to, I knew I had to get up. Pushing down the rising nausea, I shakily got to my feet.

"Of course you can", I said as confidently as I could. Shay hastily rushed in, hugging me tightly. I kept my features serene, though on the inside I was crying from the pain. Ignoring it, I squeezed back just as hard. Looking down at her, I pressed a kiss to her crimson locks, so similar to my own.

After some time, "I'm sorry I got you in trouble yesterday", she says softly, her voice watery. This is how I knew I look like shit, because she hates crying.

"It wasn't your fault". And it wasn't. Dad was always looking for an excuse to beat one of us, and a curious seven-year old going outside when expressed never to, clearly is one. I took the blame saying I let her go like normal, but he beat me less than usual, like he was distracted. Something must have been going on at his job. That's the only reason I could think of.

"Let me heal your wounds", Shay said, tugging me out of my musings.

"Go ahead."

She tightened her arms around me. Immediately I felt a warmth entering my body, driving away every pain and worry, leaving me at peace for a moment.

This is why we can't go outside. We live in the witch kingdom of Aviah, in the city of Wendell, and what type of witch you are is based on your element. There are five of them: earth, fire, water, wind, and spirit, although spirit types are very, very rare. A fire witch usually has brown or golden eyes. They are very passionate and lose their temper easily, so it is never a good idea to rile one up, I'll tell you that first-hand. A water witch has blue or gray eyes. They are docile and only attack in self-defense. They obviously control water. It's almost impossible to see one lose its cool. Then there are earth witches, who have green or hazel eyes. They are the potion makers of witches. They are well connected with the earth, and plants respond to their commands. Wind witches have light blue-green and gray eyes, so unless they use their powers you could easily mistake one for a water witch. They control the weather and always know when a storm is coming and can move objects with their minds. Now precious little is known about spiritual witches, mainly because their are only two hundred known in existence. All that everyone knows about them is that they have purple eyes, and can use other witches' powers for a short time. Everyone was naturally afraid that they'd take over the world, so they were quietly hunted to extinction. Soon after, a kind witches realized that someone was killing them off but by then it was too late, and their were only two spirit witches left. They both were over eighty and died of old age. Their hasn't been a spiritual witch in over three centuries. Til now, at least.

I,17-year old Mikella Andrea Salone, and my sister Shayla are spiritual witches.

Our mother's side of the family had a spiritual witch and those genes lay dormant for several generations. So here we are, the last surviving spirit witches being two young girls with an abusive fire witch for a father.

"Thanks, Shay," I say quietly.

"Your welcome."

"I'm gonna go change my clothes, they're all burnt and ripped up."

"Fine," Shay says softly, reluctantly letting go of me.

I ask,"Is he still here?"

"No, he left a while ago.''

"Good."

I shuffled out of my room and into the hallway, heading right to go to the bathroom.

"Ouch," I say as I bumped into a wall. I need to find my glasses, I think.

When I walked into the bathroom, the first thing I saw was myself in the mirror. My chest length hair looked ratty and tangled, and my skin was so pale. I had bags under my eyes so big I could've fit a watermelon in each one. I haven't slept well in years. My owl shaped glasses were on the sink, thankfully not broken this time. Putting them on, I could finally see clearly.

A chill went down my spine. I was about to have another vision. My sister has the 'healing touch' while I can see the past, present, and future, but I can't control my powers yet so they come at random. The things I see are from a bird' eye view, like I'm watching from above them. This time I'm in an alleyway.

My father is the first person I see. The next is a tall man wearing a black coat and blue gloves.

"How much can I get for them?" The man asked, his voice gravelly.

"Ten thousand dollars each," Daddy said immediately.

" Five thousand", the man retorted.

"Eight thousand."

"Seven thousand."

"Seventy five hundred."

The man takes a moment to respond. "Deal."

"I'll bring them to you tomorrow morning."

​​​​​That was when I knew that Dad sold us.