Hell On Earth

Chapter Four

"I'm glad to see that all of you are up and functioning. Today's a big day and we all have to put some effort into helping Weslynn control her powers," stated Fiona.

Fiona paused for a moment before adding, "Whether you like it or not."

The other witches scoffed and went back to eating their breakfast. I hated how everything was about me. Wesylnn this, Weslynn that. I was starting to get sick of hearing my name come out of everyone's mouth.

"We will begin at exactly noon. I expect everyone to be there on time or punishments will be established, and let me tell you, you won't like 'em," she threatened with a point of her finger.

Fiona stretched her arm over me to pick up a tumbler glass and made her way into the kitchen to pour herself a drink. I have never seen Fiona Goode drink coffee or water from the time I have been here, only alcohol and cigarettes to accompany the taste.

—

As I sat alone in my room, I watched the time on my alarm clock tick away, minute by minute. That is all I have ever done. Spend my days alone and scared for what might happen to me. I was not afraid of the other witches...alright, maybe a little scared of Queenie, but when I was not dreaming of my father, my other nightmares comprised of Fiona. 

I pondered on the thought of talking to her privately before our teaching session began to get a little insight of what was to happen. It gave us some time to talk about rules and regulations, as well as just putting us on speaking terms.

All of the other girls seemed to have a relationship with Fiona in some oddly strange way, so if they could do it, so could I.

I gave myself a small pep talk in the bathroom mirror before I headed downstairs for our lesson. As I looked around the corner, I could make out Fiona's slim figure near the grand spruce piano. Her arms were crossed over each other and one hip jutted out more than the other. In all honesty, after Cordelia, Fiona was one of the prettiest witches I have ever seen. Personality wise, not so much.

You hear people talk about the tall-tales of witches being god ugly creatures that nobody wanted anything to do with. However, Fiona...Fiona was far from ugly. She had timeless beauty to her that could certainly cease the hearts of dozens of men if she were to walk by.

As if my thoughts were being spoken aloud, she turned on her heel. Tapping her golden watch, she let out a sigh.

"Lessons do not start for another fifteen minutes. Is there anything I can help you with?"

I quickly made a clenched fist and released it before I answered Fiona. "Um, actually yes. I have a question for you if you wouldn't mind to answer it."

There was a long pause and she raised her eyebrows in a way of telling me to continue.

"Well you see, the first day I got here I wanted to be accepted and liked by you. But when we were first introduced to each other, I got the sense that I didn't succeed at any of the given two. So I was just wondering if there was something I did wrong to make me less likable? I know this is sudden and probably not appropriate to ask, but I can't get it off my mind."

She looked me in the eyes, down to the floor, and back at me again.

"No, you haven't done anything to make me not like you, darling. You're just very hard to read. I can read every single one of these witches thoughts in this academy, but I just can't seem to get through to you. You have a strong lock on that little brain of yours that I can't break."

I have been keeping Fiona out of my thoughts? I do not know if this is a good thing or if I should be even more concerned. Given the fact that she is all I have thought about for the past twenty-four hours, I decided it was probably best that she could not read my thoughts. 

"I had no idea I was doing that, Fiona. I don't even know how I'm doing it. Nan told me she could read my thoughts, but I'm really not sure why you can't."

Fiona shrugged her shoulders and gestured a smug grin. That worried me even more. If she is not upset about it, then what is she feeling?

"Not everyone can keep the Supreme out of their head. I guess you're one hot-shit witch Miss Weslynn."

—

It had been about an hour and I could already sense a change in my powers. I felt more open and vulnerable and I did not quite like it that well. The more I worked with Fiona and the other witches, the more I felt like my powers were being stripped away from me.

I knew they were only trying to help, being forced by Fiona to, but I have never had this kind of interactions with another person. Was this supposed to bring us closer together? This Coven was already on the deep end of the struggle bus and I got the sense that I was here to help reel it all in again. No pressure, right?

But if I were here to help strengthen the Coven, why was I being taught to control and conceal my powers, but share them with the other girls at the same time? I had so many questions and I could not seem to get any answers. I made myself a vow to make sure that I get something I could piece the puzzle together with. Whether it be me getting the information from Cordelia or Fiona herself, I was bound to do anything that I could to get it.

Now, how exactly do I perform telekinesis again?