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Reflections of a Witch

by pstoddard


(Originally published in "The Eagle Hill Sentinel" Issue 6, August 1987)

Sky, Sky, I'm sorry it had to end this way.  I am truly sorry.  I did love you - perhaps part of me still does.  I still remember the first day we met - it seems so long ago.  You came all the way to New York, just to meet me.  The only thing you knew about me was that I had posed as a model in one of your fashion magazines.  And I was so determined to keep it that way.

So I never brought up the subject of the past.  Perhaps if I had, things would have been different.  Perhaps we could have figured out a way to make it work.  You were so kind, so gentle, so caring.  If only you hadn't - if only you hadn't been one of the Leviathan cult.  One of the few things I could not forgive.

We almost made it work.  Closer than I ever came before.  I've been married twice before; never have I had what we did.  Roger, he's barely worth mentioning.  He was just a tool for my revenge.  The only thing he gave me that I never had before was a son.  Not really my son, but a son all the same - in time, I think, I could have learned to love him.  David...It makes me wonder what our children would have been like.

Then, of course, there was Barnabas - the closest thing to true happiness I ever had.  Oh, how I loved him.  You would never have known from all I did to him, but yes, I loved him.  And I was determined to have him.  That was my biggest mistake - to try to force him to love me.  He finally did, though.  I could have had him.  I could have been happy.  And I was - for a while.  But I was too jealous - and not willing to give up my powers.  Barnabas found out I was a witch, and that was where my happiness ended.

That was why I never told you about my past, Sky.  I was too afraid that I would lose you, too.  And I couldn't do that.  I couldn't lose you.  I loved you.  I loved you.  But you betrayed me.

Once I loved you.  Now you are gone forever.  But you were gone from me long before you were dead.  Perhaps they all were.  Perhaps they all will be.

Won't I ever find love?

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