Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30138319-20161004012624

My name is Josephine Pine. This is my first year of junior high! Which very much excites me, but at the same time it's kinda frightening, just because it's a new thing for me! But my eyes which matches the sky's hue, hold my dreams of being someone! I feel it'll be alright then, for sure!

I'm a pretty normal kid I guess. I can draw, and love making characters! But who doesn't?

Everytime I’d make a character, they usually bored me because they didn't have anything really interesting about them. But when this one character came to mind, it was love at first sight! Her name was Jynx, though it's not her original one. She was first called Bad luck, but someone suggested the name, so I took it. She was all I could ever have asked for! She was super, super adorable, she had a neat design; mostly cream color with a white belly, black front paws, pink claws and horns, black stripes on her muzzle and tail and pink cat eyes, with back hooves. Her backstory was that she was a hybrid pet for a witch who did black magic and voodoo!

Innocent enough, right? That's what I thought! Because, she didn't really exist.

But after creating her, unusual things started to happen.

We had a project for computer class, it was really easy. We had to write information about ourselves, basically anything. So I wrote about my pets, because they meant the world to me!

A day after handing the project in, my cat and ferret died.

“Coincidence!", some may say.

But I didn't think it was. They both died on the same day, after I wrote about them.

As days started to pass my fear grew. A fear that I was the cause of it…

That wasn't the most sadistic part. I would always come across dead animals-cats and crows. And when I would, they seemed as if they died as I approach them. As if, my presence had decided their fate.

All I wanted was for all of this to stop! I didn't want any of this to be happening. Every dead animal killed a little part of me each time. It was like Jynx was with me as I saw them, laughing saying

“Just listen to me and it'll stop”. But it felt like a trick when she used to tell me that.

But... what if, she can stop it?

So I decided to start obeying her.

She started to make me more terrified than before. And the only way to stop it… kinda, was her making the most random of things my enemy.

It first started with numbers. 3’s were bad luck, really bad. 6’s were unlucky. 9’s were terrifying. Any multiple of 3 was just horrible. She made me count if I read, heard, or wrote those numbers. She made me re-write, and re-read everything. My homework would take hours to do, just because I repeatedly did it. Re- written papers over and over again. Words starting becoming evil. Like “And”, I'd have to re-write it over and over again until it was “safe”. I couldn’t even read without thinking,

“These words.. she’ll jinx me… if I don’t re- read them over and over again”.

Sometimes, I could fight it if I washed her thoughts away by washing my hands. But that damaged my hands really bad, til they started to crack. They showed the true state of my mind.

She wouldn't leave me alone though. She'd say

“If you don't do this, then this will happen.”

Those words, were redundant, yet also scarring.

I dreaded everything.

Junior high, as if, my world was hex… by Jynx.I was thinking of trying to destroy her with something.

“Medications maybe?” I thought.

But when I’d think that, she would say,

“It'll only make everything worse”.

So plan A failed.

When 6th grade ended, I thought maybe I could have my life back.

But no, it didn't happen at all.

I couldn't do anything with her being by my side.

She was the spawn of the devil….That's what it felt like.

When 7th grade started, it made matters worse. My papers started to even show it.

I’d re-write letters and then it would make holes in my papers. My writing had become illegible. The teachers thought I was a sloppy writer.

They would tell me to

“Write better”, but that wasn't going to happen. Because of her.

Then, a friend inspired me to try something new.

What if Jynx was made of magic?

Then I could try magic vs. magic.

So we made a plan to meet each other after school one day. We went under a tunnel near the school, which could hide us. We found some magic spells online, which seemed pretty legit.

The spell was that you had to light a candle (preferably white), have a metal necklace, and hold it to the flame and chant the spell over again. So as we did, it made me feel a little more secure.

But when I went home, feeling as if I was ok now, she came back, and yelled at me telling me to

stop being immature and that I needed to respect her presence.

She was becoming stronger while I was becoming weaker and lethargic to her.

In 8th grade, my hair started to turn white. Strands of white stuck out of my blonde hair shockingly. I started to become paler, though I always was, but now I looked as if I were dead. Eyebags showed almost like bruises. My speech was a broken record. And oddly enough, my one eye grew an infection because she would tell me to constantly clean my left eye, to the point that the iris itself turned a pinkish huise.

My life was draining away.

I had no one, beside the one who caused all of this agony.

I didn't want her near me.

I wanted to ignore her, but if I did she would scream.

So I became a zombie to her taunting.

In highschool I decided to cut my hair short. I didn't want white roots showing over my blonde.

I wore baggy clothes, like a sugar cookie colored sweatshirt, white undershirt, khaki pants, and black gloves that could cover my cracked hands.

People didn't really notice me.

After another year with her being by my side...

Out of nowhere, I felt something I never had for a very long time.

Happiness.

I thought, it was just that I grew up. But…

Then I realized that Josephine is dead, and I am Jynx.

Story by: Adam Fredsmäklare 