• Oh god, it's been three minutes.

    They- I mean, Agatha and me, have been making out for three minutes!
    What do I do? What can I do? That's right, I can't do anything because I have no control of my body!!

    After several more useless attempts to separate Agatha from my mindless husk, I had resigned to stand by the window and watch the horror unfurl. Luckily, things didn't get hard-core, cuz I could not have handled that.
    "Ah, that was nice." Agatha pulled her lips from mine as I continued to stare blankly into space.her eyes glowed more vibrantly now, the kiss had obviously been long enough for her to charge her powers to full strength. "We should do this again sometime."She said as she stood up. Flitting to the window, she leaped over the sill and into the black night. In fact, she jumped right through me. I shivered and wheeled away form the window, when a cold breeze rushed through me, chilling my bones to the point that they felt like ice, and all sound vanished form my ears. There was a black freezing silence. Then, in a sudden burst, sound roared back to me and light jolted through my , my bones suddenly warm and ice-free.

    I moved a hand. Oh wait! My hand! It's listening to me! I had been jolted back into my body. Eugh. Do not want to repeat that process. I stood up and licked my lips, only to taste Agatha's fruity lips gloss. Oh gross. Wiping it off with the back of my hand, I noticed a small package folded on the corner of my bed. Had that been there the whole time? Cautiously I picked it up, shook it, then carefully unwrapped the brown covering to reveal- Oh.

    It was the necklace, the one Gage had given me to control my powers. He had managed to fix it

    What good was it now? Agatha was already an adrenaline crazy super demon. What use could this possibly serve? The not slipped out of the wrapping, and I picked it up. So we can kiss again.

    I cried.


    .........................................................

    He was moving quickly for him. His locker was closed in a second, his books scattered by his feet. Then he just sat and waited. For me. But I wasn't coming. i was never coming back.
    The necklace would be on his doorstep when he got home, carefully wrapped with a note apologizing for all the trouble I've caused, and explaining that we will never see each other again. All my social media pages would be deleted, all personal information somehow missing form the government's files, and the house empty and for sale. And me? Where would I be?


    I would be gone.