If it wasn't already as terrible telling her councilor Stacy was alone in the hospital bed officer Shay was outside the door as Stacy had to strip. Her clothes would have to go to the evidence for trace of what had happened to her this morning.... She was now in a pink hospital gown with unicorns on it, if she wasn't so nervous and scared she would've thought it was cute, her blue eyes looked dull and tired, her hair was messy and her body shaked with terror. What was gonna happen to her now?
She took a couple deep breaths trying to calm herself down but she couldn't, tears came streaming down her face. What if she had to go back? Was it really normal for dads to do what hers had? Did it really mean he loved her? Why did she still hurt so bad on her hooha? She thought as she heard a knock at the door. It was the doctor to come examine her.
"Hi Stacy I'm Dr. Niah Nichols I'm the doctor for pediatric victims unit, I am not here to hurt you. I'm jusStacy looked at the blanket scattered on the floor, she wondered if maybe it was the wind, or maybe a rat, it couldn't have been her right. She focused in on being cold, and really wanting the blanket again she had to see if she was going crazy and she didn't have much time left. She thought really hard and it didn't move, she felt like she was going insane, once again shivering and looking at the blanket trying to take deep breaths and calm herself down, maybe that would help.... slowly the blanket began to rise off the floor and move towards her...OH HOLY COW WHAT THIS CAN'T BE TRUE NO WAY!!! No way no way was she a witch? No no no that stuff was not real at all right?!??!!!Still the blanket now on her lap begged a differ it was on her lap after being over in the closet area in the room! Wow wow this was so cool and scary!Pulling her out of her thoughts came a knock at the door, it must be dr Nichols act cool she thought to herself. If
When Stacy and officer Shay got to the station Dixie had already been speeding her way to the police station she wanted to know what had happened to her daughter, she wanted to hurt anyone that would hurt her daughter. All that mattered to her right now was being there for her daughter in her time of need, making sure she felt safe, and letting her know she was loved. Dixie rushed into the police station and waited while the front office lady was on the phone when she was finally done she polietly asked the lady about officer Shay, and Stacy. Macy the office lady had pretty brown hair that was short and flipped out, green eyes, and a smile that could take your breath away. She spoke softly that was just how her voice was soft, and gentle. "I will take you to officer Shays office, where both of them are waiting for you." Macy opened the double doors and walked down a hall, then past a couple offices who had their doors closed, the offic
Stacy was enjoying spending time with her sister, grandparents and mother, she wondered if this is what love and family is supposed to feel like? They were all sitting around the kitchen dark wooden table, in red chairs eating dinner, and laughing. She just knew she felt safe even though she knew she would have to face her father sometime which made her blood boil, the next thing she knew she heard her glass infront of the kitchen stainless steel sink shatter and hit the bottom of the sink.Dixie went to the sink and stared at the broken glass in confusion she wasn't sure what happened but quickly cleaned it up, she pulled out the dark brown cupboard slide out that had the black double trash can throwing the big glass shards into it then taking a small hand broom to the inside of the sink, and into a smaller dust pan, throwing it away. What had happened to the glass? Stacy watched her mother cleaning up the glass, did she do that? Was her anger the
Stacy awoke the next day out of the best sleep she has had in over what seemed like forever. She still couldn't believe that this was real. She knew it was just the beginning as the workers would be going through everything, more questions were to come, they'd be visiting, and of course they would be questioning her father. Right now the only thing on her mind was eating, figuring out where her powers came from, and spending time with her family. Stacy quickly got dressed in a pink long sleeve unicorn heart shirt, and jeans, she put on some slippers and headed down stairs. There still was so much to figure out, where would she even start? Would there be any clues around the house? Who could she ask about magic without sounding strange or mental? Her grandmother seemed like maybe a good start, after all she would know all the family history. Stacy smiled as she walked in the kitchen yawning a little, her grandmother had her hair pulled up into a high bun and s
Stacy and her grandmother Diana spent the whole day at the book store, the found books about witches, fairies, werewolves, spell books, and even books about some other creatures Stacy had never heard about. It was time to do some research to figure out maybe what she was or how on earth she got power. Where she'd start would be in these books, she'd come back for more books if she needed to. She knew her mom and grandmother didn't mind her reading. Maybe she was a superhero she chucked. When she got back home her grandmother had gotten her some lunch, and they sat down Diana read her some of the stories about witches and how they all were hung, and shun for having powers that no one knew how they got them. How people had believed that they were the devils work, people had feared them and that the unknown was scary to them. They read a story about how power was passed on by choosing the child that they thought was fit, that they thought could change the world for th
Stacy once she looked around made sure no one was watching or near by she took out the spellbook sat down by the stump of a tree, and began to search for a easy enough spell that she could pronounce, and that wouldn't cause any ruckus. Ah there one is not hard but not simple and without anything to cause attention to her or around her.She stood up dusting off her pants, cleared her throat and began the spell "imoralous fotoal imoralous fotoal imoralous fotoal." She spoke with demand in her voice and a wave of her hand she looked at the book and the words began to change into a mirror like image showing her what she wanted to see.... her father alone in a jail cell up against the wall on the bed, he was wearing a orange jump suit and was just staring at the floor. Good she thought to her self she wanted him to suffer to more then suffer. The thought only made her angry and she saw nothing but a fire burn inside of her thoughts. With that came a fire 🔥 in t
Dixie's expression told it all, she was worried, she feared something and above all else she was concerned... Stacy didn't know what she was so worried about, but she knew she would soon enough learn whatever was going on. She sat on the couch beside Diana who was putting her very long hair into a pony tail, Stacy began fidgeting with her hands, needless to say she was nervous. Was it about earlier? Did she see her use magic? Did she do something wrong? That's the thing about being raised in a abusive house you never know when you did something they didn't like and would get punished for it even if you didn't do anything. Dixie sighed and sat infront of them her face saddened "I got a phone call from the lawyers, and the officer that took you to the hospital you're father well he brought the attention to the judge that I do not have legal custody or full custody of you..." Dixie paused the tears began to fall from her eyes and all she could do was look down
Stacy woke up early that morning, she was going to make sure that she would never have to go back to that stupid house again. She was furious, she didn't know what the judge would rule, but if she had anything to do with it it would be that she stay with her mother who she felt loved her, her grandparents who she had grown to love so much. Even if her grandpa would pick on her sometimes it was how he showed his love she had grown to realize, and her sister who she adored very much. She didn't want to lose something so special, and loving, and simply like nothing she had heard before. She did a spell that she had never done before and she wasn't sure if it was going to work she took a deep breath and said "travelious importia 1421 court st south dakota." she chanted it softly three times. Before she knew it her red hair was blowing around all she could hear was the whistle of the wind and when she opened her icey blue eyes all she could see was blue around
Stacy put her long red firery hair up into a high pony tail, she put on a pair of black leggings, and a purple tshirt with her white shoes and headed out to meet her grandmother in the barn for some training. There was a lot Stacy needed to figure out, and learn as she had different powers than her grandmother she needed to figure out what powers she had beyond that as well, everything started with training though. Diana was waiting for her she had on mud boots and jeans and a jacket, her long brown hair was in a bun and her eyes glistened she smiled as soon as she seen Stacy and she couldn't wait to teach her all the things she knew and try and help her figure out everything. She waited for her to come closer and finally spoke "I know that you have a long path ahead of you child. You will do great things I believe in you. Now we shall begin with a short, but difficult spell as it takes a lot of focus." Stacy nodded and her grandmother raised her right hand up "Potron
Stacy woke up early that morning, she was going to make sure that she would never have to go back to that stupid house again. She was furious, she didn't know what the judge would rule, but if she had anything to do with it it would be that she stay with her mother who she felt loved her, her grandparents who she had grown to love so much. Even if her grandpa would pick on her sometimes it was how he showed his love she had grown to realize, and her sister who she adored very much. She didn't want to lose something so special, and loving, and simply like nothing she had heard before. She did a spell that she had never done before and she wasn't sure if it was going to work she took a deep breath and said "travelious importia 1421 court st south dakota." she chanted it softly three times. Before she knew it her red hair was blowing around all she could hear was the whistle of the wind and when she opened her icey blue eyes all she could see was blue around
Dixie's expression told it all, she was worried, she feared something and above all else she was concerned... Stacy didn't know what she was so worried about, but she knew she would soon enough learn whatever was going on. She sat on the couch beside Diana who was putting her very long hair into a pony tail, Stacy began fidgeting with her hands, needless to say she was nervous. Was it about earlier? Did she see her use magic? Did she do something wrong? That's the thing about being raised in a abusive house you never know when you did something they didn't like and would get punished for it even if you didn't do anything. Dixie sighed and sat infront of them her face saddened "I got a phone call from the lawyers, and the officer that took you to the hospital you're father well he brought the attention to the judge that I do not have legal custody or full custody of you..." Dixie paused the tears began to fall from her eyes and all she could do was look down
Stacy once she looked around made sure no one was watching or near by she took out the spellbook sat down by the stump of a tree, and began to search for a easy enough spell that she could pronounce, and that wouldn't cause any ruckus. Ah there one is not hard but not simple and without anything to cause attention to her or around her.She stood up dusting off her pants, cleared her throat and began the spell "imoralous fotoal imoralous fotoal imoralous fotoal." She spoke with demand in her voice and a wave of her hand she looked at the book and the words began to change into a mirror like image showing her what she wanted to see.... her father alone in a jail cell up against the wall on the bed, he was wearing a orange jump suit and was just staring at the floor. Good she thought to her self she wanted him to suffer to more then suffer. The thought only made her angry and she saw nothing but a fire burn inside of her thoughts. With that came a fire 🔥 in t
Stacy and her grandmother Diana spent the whole day at the book store, the found books about witches, fairies, werewolves, spell books, and even books about some other creatures Stacy had never heard about. It was time to do some research to figure out maybe what she was or how on earth she got power. Where she'd start would be in these books, she'd come back for more books if she needed to. She knew her mom and grandmother didn't mind her reading. Maybe she was a superhero she chucked. When she got back home her grandmother had gotten her some lunch, and they sat down Diana read her some of the stories about witches and how they all were hung, and shun for having powers that no one knew how they got them. How people had believed that they were the devils work, people had feared them and that the unknown was scary to them. They read a story about how power was passed on by choosing the child that they thought was fit, that they thought could change the world for th
Stacy awoke the next day out of the best sleep she has had in over what seemed like forever. She still couldn't believe that this was real. She knew it was just the beginning as the workers would be going through everything, more questions were to come, they'd be visiting, and of course they would be questioning her father. Right now the only thing on her mind was eating, figuring out where her powers came from, and spending time with her family. Stacy quickly got dressed in a pink long sleeve unicorn heart shirt, and jeans, she put on some slippers and headed down stairs. There still was so much to figure out, where would she even start? Would there be any clues around the house? Who could she ask about magic without sounding strange or mental? Her grandmother seemed like maybe a good start, after all she would know all the family history. Stacy smiled as she walked in the kitchen yawning a little, her grandmother had her hair pulled up into a high bun and s
Stacy was enjoying spending time with her sister, grandparents and mother, she wondered if this is what love and family is supposed to feel like? They were all sitting around the kitchen dark wooden table, in red chairs eating dinner, and laughing. She just knew she felt safe even though she knew she would have to face her father sometime which made her blood boil, the next thing she knew she heard her glass infront of the kitchen stainless steel sink shatter and hit the bottom of the sink.Dixie went to the sink and stared at the broken glass in confusion she wasn't sure what happened but quickly cleaned it up, she pulled out the dark brown cupboard slide out that had the black double trash can throwing the big glass shards into it then taking a small hand broom to the inside of the sink, and into a smaller dust pan, throwing it away. What had happened to the glass? Stacy watched her mother cleaning up the glass, did she do that? Was her anger the
When Stacy and officer Shay got to the station Dixie had already been speeding her way to the police station she wanted to know what had happened to her daughter, she wanted to hurt anyone that would hurt her daughter. All that mattered to her right now was being there for her daughter in her time of need, making sure she felt safe, and letting her know she was loved. Dixie rushed into the police station and waited while the front office lady was on the phone when she was finally done she polietly asked the lady about officer Shay, and Stacy. Macy the office lady had pretty brown hair that was short and flipped out, green eyes, and a smile that could take your breath away. She spoke softly that was just how her voice was soft, and gentle. "I will take you to officer Shays office, where both of them are waiting for you." Macy opened the double doors and walked down a hall, then past a couple offices who had their doors closed, the offic
Stacy looked at the blanket scattered on the floor, she wondered if maybe it was the wind, or maybe a rat, it couldn't have been her right. She focused in on being cold, and really wanting the blanket again she had to see if she was going crazy and she didn't have much time left. She thought really hard and it didn't move, she felt like she was going insane, once again shivering and looking at the blanket trying to take deep breaths and calm herself down, maybe that would help.... slowly the blanket began to rise off the floor and move towards her...OH HOLY COW WHAT THIS CAN'T BE TRUE NO WAY!!! No way no way was she a witch? No no no that stuff was not real at all right?!??!!!Still the blanket now on her lap begged a differ it was on her lap after being over in the closet area in the room! Wow wow this was so cool and scary!Pulling her out of her thoughts came a knock at the door, it must be dr Nichols act cool she thought to herself. If