I suddenly felt like I was thrown into a horror story. This school was frightening through and through but this moment had ingrained deeply into my mind.
Realization flooded me. I couldn't continue to think like before, as I had arrived here my thinking had to change. I couldn't escape the hex with my ability, I needed help.
I sighed, waking back to my room, remembering the two options for help I had right now. But it seemed like treacherous paths. One was too shrouded in mystery and deceit, the other was a well known killer with little regard for witch life.
I came from inside my room finally, but a mumbling sound halted me, when my quivering legs finally managed to touch the cool ground.
"No no this won't do."
"Fuck no it's too expensive." My eyes came to the side to see it was my roommate. Stoner. What was she doing up so late?