Nearly three months at this point, yet I still don’t believe it’s been that long of a time period, me and my boyfriend at the time had peer pressured my best friend into trying if this stupid spell from this magical book she’d found in detention one fateful day. The spell happened to be real. Two months later I found her favorite pin in the middle of the road which ended up being the only last trace of her ever.

Shortly after my boyfriend had committed due to the guilt he had felt since the only reason Valerie kept the book is because she knew he loved magic. 

The gelid wind sent a chill up my spine as I looked down. The building is higher up as I had expected. The wind blew through my long hair which used to be a bright blue but not was a faded greenish color. I had stood on this edge one too many times for a teenager. My legs and hands trembled as I thought of reasons to not listen to the voice in the back of my head but I couldn’t find any. This is my kismat. This roof. This time. This day. I dangled my left foot over the chilled air that laid like a carpet infront of me. 

My eyes closed unconsciously and squeezed themselves shut as I thought. 200 reasons to die. I heard a voice behind me and I turned my head to look at the person. 1 reason to live. I thought as I stepped back. The lady spoke.

“Bethany what are you doing all the way up here you said you were using the restroom!” Vianna, Valerie’s little sister spoke to me. 

She’s only about seven. I had told her mother that I could take her out somewhere so that she could fill out more paperwork on Valerie. I’d totally forgotten that I just left her at the kids table. 



Maybe I should take a break from this roof. She needs me.