Grieve

God dammit, I hate being a witch!

Olivia Cult walked alone, abandoned by her family at eight years-old. She wandered through the village renowned for its thieves.

The young girl clutched her body, contemplating the circumstances that left her homeless and rejected.

“Hey, kid,” a stranger called. “Where is your mommy? It’s not safe to be alone.”

“Go away,” Olivia said, walking away. He blocked her path.

“Did anyone tell you that’s no way to talk to a grown-up?”

“Please leave me alone.”

“You’re awfully rude. Don’t worry, sweetheart. Come with me and I’ll take real good care of you.” He reached out to Olivia but she stepped back.

“We could do this the easy way or the fun way, kid.” The man licked his lips. “The other day I loved the fun way.”

Olivia pushed the man away and raced away. Villagers saw this scene, but ignored it. Olivia frowned,wondering why no one intervened.

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