The End Of The Witch-hunt

“Woah! What’s up with her vibe?”

“Her name’s Meagan. They say she’s the sex but she’s actually really evil inside and out!”

My name is Meagan Holden Walker. Madly in love with Josh Hokum. I had a way of knowing shit. The bad shit. And everyone who dared piss me off or got in my way got “the mouth.”

I am a witch who uses different tarot decks. Now, they don’t tell me everything because right now, I just know.

Josh came up to me. My eyes softened and then got as cold as ice the moment he walked up to me while I was sitting down minding my own business with little glimpses of Josh.

“Why do you say bad stuff to people freak? And why are you so fucking quiet?” He asked.

Josh Hokum and I used to be best friends ever since pre-k.

We grew apart.

“I say the truth about people Hokum. Just never to their faces.”

He looked stunning in his Air Force outfit.

But I hated his boots. They reminded me of my father’s.

“Well why so quiet Meggie?” His voice softened. He looked confused.

I sighed.

“Because sometimes when we hurt people who we don’t like, we end up not thinking and hurting the ones we love. I hate talking because I have a habit of telling the truth and I’m sorry to say but sometimes the truth hurts.”

“When Meggie did you get so unpopular?”

I looked away.

He shook me.

“When?”

“Do you know that when you keep loving people, they isolate you and betray you? Sometimes you have to keep loving people and they’ll reciprocate that love back. Well life is not like that sometimes and people just don’t care. I was a loving person back then but now I’m cold just as cold as this room.”

I sniffled and Josh Hokum just held me.