Chapter 4

*end of month two*

My rose of azura finally came! I have been waiting for about 4 days and it's finally here. Now I can really be excited about starting this potion! all I need now is a few basic ingredients from some other places, friends if you will. as I labeled all the ingredients neatly with sharpie and tape, I hear a knock at the door. Who the hell would be at my house at 1:00 in this morning on a Wednesday night? I covered everything with a blanket and ran to the door. Clearly pissed off. My hands were clenched into fists with my knuckles turning white from what I saw. THOMAS?! I'm literally thinking about killing this guy and he thinks it's okay to just show up at my house at 1 in the morning? Who does that? Super creepy and not to mention, annoying and aggravating. I am not looking forward to opening this door, the only thing that snaps me out of my grief induced trance was the loud bangs out on my door. Am I going to be killed before I can end the world? what karma is this? I open the door slowly, peeking around the corner of it to see Thomas, my coworker with blonde shaggy hair and hideous blue eyes. "Hey..uh I'm having some troubles starting my car up and I just happened to 'crash' in front of your estate." He looked so awkward it was making me cringe with disgust on the inside. I cleared my throat. "That's fine, I'm sure I can try and help you." I offer politely. When in reality I'm ready to punch this kid square in the face. Leaving a big purple and green bruise to contrast to his albino white skin and blonde hair..

*the next morning*

the painting was finally finished! basically it looks has a big earth in the center that's green and blue with flames protruding out of the bottom and sides. it has a background of a galaxy with many stars and other planets and moons. I loved it and thought it looked quite good. took awhile to finish and complete but I got it done! I'm surprised it turned out so well I mean I was worried that it would look awful and like a three year old painted it. not saying that three year olds can't paint i'm just saying I have never met a good painter that is the age of three.

*three hours later*

ugh I hate this now. I have been painting for hours and now I have paint all over my hands and clothes but I will admit that I made some very pretty paintings or masterpieces if you will. I hate that I have to clean and i am honestly too tired to care or even want to clean right now in this tired and miserable state so I will end up just going to bed and saving buy energy for tomorrow. at least that was the plan before I heard a gigantic crash from downstairs. I almost crapped my pants! I walked downstairs with a baseball bat clutched in my sweaty hands. why would someone break into my house?! I frantically thought until I saw the bright lamp turn on and to my un godly surprise, its my sister. Abigail. why the hell is she here in the middle of the night this is crazy what the heck? I had a look of pure anger on my face. "what's with the look little sister?" Abigail asked teasingly. I threw the bat down into her direction as she swiftly dodges it laughing. I was even more pissed now. "what the hell is wrong with you?!" she started cackling like an annoying witch. she totally is one. all evil ready to curse me whenever she gets the chance. I despise her so much but enough about my feelings towards her, what does she want from me? it was like she read my mind. "so basically I want to end the world and not you...." I looked at her confused. what? she extended her hand out to me. "give me your blue prints and its ingredients so I can end the world in return of telling you how our parents really died. I looked at her with disgust. "so you lied to me about our parents death but you want me to just give all my hard work over to you? fuck no." this time it was her time to looked pissed at me. I smirked and popped out my hip to the side. "what ddi you say to me Helena?" I laughed lightly. "did I stutter? N.O."I spelled out for her.

what happens next though?