Chapter 70

The most terrifying thing for a teenager was to have their parents read their diary. The most terrifying thing of all was to have your enemy be two steps ahead of you on your path, presenting themselves as an immovable object that knew your deepest thoughts.

How could I have been so stupid? I should have known, I should have felt it's dark signature. Why didn't I felt it? Was I really that weak?

I sighed it was impossible not to agree with every terrible thing that Xerxes had said about me. Most days I didn't even feel whole. I tried and I tried but something kept holding me back, refusing to let go.

I stared down at my mother's diary, a witch's diary. Maybe inside was the answer to all my questions. I most definitely did not find this book by accident.

I gulped as I opened the book and skipped past the first page. Scribbled on the black horizontal lines was my mother's hand writing even after all these years it still remained the same. Everytime I wrote in mine it was like two