Witch of the Heart
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Into a world of breaking hearts, I was born. As a child I was sold and abused throughout the town in which I was raised. At a young age, I experienced my first broken heart and it has been a string of broken hearts since then. I use my magic to inflict the pain people have caused to others back on them.
“Get up you lazy creature! Get dressed, I have an appointment for us. We are not missing it because you want to sleep!”my Grandmother yelled as she kicked me off of my bed. Surprising since my bed was too big for only me to be sleeping in. I was in Kindergarden, but it was a holiday of some sort, so I didn’t have school today. I stayed at my grandmother’s house more than my own, my mother was too busy with her life. She was in school to become a nurse, she had to take care of my little sister, and deal with her current husband who didn’t like me. I was too much to care for with my asthma. I missed my mom, but she didn’t seem to miss me.
I got up off the floor, “ Ok Nana, I get up.” I got dressed and met her in the dining room. She was drinking coffee, staring at me, scanning me from head to foot.
“It will do,” she stated with a groan,” Let’s go.” She put me in my booster seat and we left. It was like this almost everyday, not usually this early though. I was still sleepy so i dozed off in my seat. I woke up when I smelled the breakfast she just bought, today she chose those burritos i like so much. I couldn’t have them until after I did as I was told. We left the drive thru and went into the ‘bad’ part of town as my mom called it.
“We are here, get out,” she commanded. I unbuckled myself, im good at doing that. “Ok brat, this is one of Nana’s friends, he wants to get to know you. I will be in the living room waiting for you to spend time with him. Then you can have your breakfast.”
“Why can’t he get to know me with you around, Nana?” I asked. She had a lot of ‘friends’ she would visit while my Papa was on the boat working. I missed him, I had hoped one of Nana’s friends would be my friend like Papa is, but it never turned out like that.
“Better question is why do I need to be in the room with you? He won’t hurt you, and I have a phone call to make.” When she said that, my heart dropped. I was starting to understand what that meant. Her ‘friend’ gave her money for time with me, then she goes in after I come out of the room. Then I can have the burritos I like.
We left her ‘friend’s’ place and went back to her house. She told me to shower, but don’t take too long. My Papa was going to call soon, he called us everyday to talk to me and Nana. I looked forward to these calls.
This went on for years, until my Papa found out what she was doing. He taught me things like how to ride a bike, fish, plant a garden and keep it alive, all to keep me busy while he was home. My Papa divorced my grandmother when I was 9. She never got in more trouble than that because he couldn’t prove anything. This was long before smartphones and messaging. Before the divorce, my Papa would take me bike riding all over town, took me to the mall and walk, he took me fishing, he taught me how to shoot my BB gun and a shotgun. He made me feel wanted in a happy way, not the nasty way.
My grandmother moved in with us and treated me worse than before. She could no longer make money off of me and my little sister was the golden child. She finally met her next husband and moved out. My mom was indifferent to how I felt, she only cared about my little sister. I was often forgotten or excluded.
When I was in middle school, my mom had agreed to make things work with my sister’s dad. He was a truck driver but quit to stay at home. It was summertime. No school, no homework, no escape from the reality that was homelife. My stepdad had an unhealthy obsession with me. He wouldn’t let me wear certain clothing, would not let me do normal things kids do. I felt really uncomfortable. I got woken up multiple times with him ‘trying to wake me up’. He touched me in bad places and the movements made me freeze in place, hoping it would stop.
As my life went on, it was a cycle of abuse, neglect, and being used by my mom’s family, my boyfriends, my ‘friends’, bullies, and the list goes on. It is too much to tell right now, but maybe another time. My perpetual broken heart pushed me to try to take my life multiple different times, yet i survived and no one ever found out.
In my late teens, I realized I had always had a strong connection with nature and energies. I started learning how to use them to help others. My abilities could not be used for myself, no matter how much I needed help. I was in tune with people around me, I could sense their intent when they walked in the room, I could read their energies, and I could use the energies of people and Nature to help others.
Over time, I started working on the darker side of what was labeled magic. I accepted that I am a Witch. I started to use my energies to harm those who harmed others. Having had a broken heart most of my life, I was able to see when someone had one and why. Most people don’t realize it, and I find those who caused the harm. It started with hexing them to feel what they did to others, then I would curse them, eventually it got to where i could make them feel it right then and there.
I got the nickname ‘Witch of the broken heart’. I shortened it myself. While my main ability was to inflict the pain of a broken heart onto the one who broke it, I could also help the ones with broken hearts heal. I could show them and make them feel the love and support around them that was stolen by the breaker. I became a sort of superhero in reputation. But one day, that changed.
My partner, the man I loved for years, decided that other people were more important than our relationship. I begged for attention, affection, communication, and physical contact to have my pleas met with silence, angry looks, annoyance, and anger. I had become one of the ones I strove to help. I cried everyday, my heart breaking more, only to have it met with ‘you and your issues don’t matter as much as theirs.’ The few friends and family I had all repeated the same thing, but I ignored it, holding onto the hope that things would get better, that he still loves me. I snapped.
If he is willing to break my heart daily, put in a little effort to fix it only to repeat the process. I would make him and all others who broke hearts pay the price. No longer did I do it to help those who had their hearts broken, I did it for revenge.
I went on a rampage in the town we lived in. I went room to room in this damn motel we have been calling home. There were so many breakers here, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more breakers to feel like I did, but he would be the last one. As I went on my revenge rampage, my power grew exponentially. I went from hero to villain in under a month.
Breakers hid, they tried to run, they begged not to be tortured by their own behavior. Their cries fell on the same deaf ears that I had encountered my entire life. They had to pay the price for their evils. My incantation evolved over time. It went from ‘feel what you have made others feel’ to my full spell, which the last one to break my heart encountered on that fateful day, upon the pile of Breakers who had met their end that day.
“I am the Witch of the Heart! I cast punishment on Heart Breakers! Those below us could not handle the pain they had caused. Now it is your time to face your actions,” I belted out as he begged and pleaded with me, trying to tell me he loved me. As I started my incantation, dark pinkish-purple energy pooled in my hands, I locked eyes with him and started,” The Heart is a fragile thing. Love, Loss, Pain. All felt this way. A broken Heart is easy to cause, but hard to mend. Best avoided in the end. You have inflicted a great deal of pain, now it is time you felt the same!” As the incantation flowed, a large flame, the same color as the energy, formed above us with a large black broken heart in the middle.
The actions he did that inflicted the most pain on others, including myself, appeared in the flames and rose like smoke around it. In his case these were Made others feel unappreciated, made them feel less than someone or something else, Emotionally unavailable, treating others poorly, ignoring them, abandoning them, giving everything to someone other than his family or partner and a few others that were hard to see in the sea of pain. He cried in pain and anguish as his actions were cast upon him, he begged and pleaded that he was innocent, that he did nothing wrong. That his good actions should have been taken into account, not just the bad.
I glared at him as the energy was flowing into him. Not hearing his cries as he had ignored mine. “Your actions are reflected back on you. How does it feel?” I was fully enraged, he thought he was innocent? He thought his good deeds should outweigh the pain he caused me? He is joking right?
I looked down while in this stream of thoughts, I could see through him. I could see his heart as clearly as the tears running down his face. It had been broken too, but so had the other Breakers. His heart was cracking like an egg about to hatch. I love this man, but he has caused me so much pain. For the first time while punishing a Breaker, I faltered. While the incantation ran its course, I looked into his heart as i would someone who had been broken. I saw his pain and I had a choice to make. When he locked eyes with me, the choice was made. For the first time, I stopped the incantation.
I knelt down next to him,” I never wanted to do this to you. I love you, but you caused me so much pain. I couldn’t stop myself. Do you truly understand how I feel?” I asked as tears rolled over my reddened face. “Are you willing to compromise and not just worry about others outside of us? Are you willing to grow together?”
He held our gaze, not saying a word. He was still recovering from the pain. I couldn’t read his expression, but that was not unusual as he rarely showed emotions to me. His eyes fluttered and he collapsed. I was alarmed, I looked at his heart. It was still barely intact. I used the power that I had not used in years, Heart Healer. I looked into his pain in depth, he felt alone in the world. I, in turn, showed his heart what it had been blind to for years. Yes others hurt him, and he included me in that category.
I showed him what all I had done unnoticed for years, I was there for him, kept him out of jail, shielded him from most of what others said or did towards him, protected his ego from said others, I was patient while he wanted to ‘be young’, I loved him through it all. I showed him his little sisters, they relied on him to lend an ear and talk them through their troubles. The pain I could take away was the pain of him turning a blind eye and ear to those near him to deal with the issues of others and himself.
This confused me, I tried to take that pain away, but it seemed to be the pain his heart chose to hold on to. I understand each heart can choose a pain to keep, but why this one? I took him back to the room we called home and laid him on the bed. He was alive, his heart was beating normally. I watched and tended to him, in case his heart decided that it no longer wished to hold on. As so many others did when they felt what they had done.