The day rose with all cheerfulness, bright and beautiful. The sky was a clear blue and the sun shone with all gentleness as if afraid to hurt the skin.
Children played on the streets grateful for the long holiday from school work. Their cheerfulness was catchy as adults were seen smiling and talking excitedly about the upcoming festival. The birds chirped merrily as they hopped from tree to tree. In essence, the world was a happy place this bright morning but not everyone shared the joy.
Elizabeth stared out her window from her position on her bed looking at nothing and yet seeing everything. Bitterness filled her heart as she had been betrayed by those she held closest to her heart.
Her once beautiful face looked haggard and unkempt as did her hair. Streaks of colour ran across her chin...could have been from food items which she shoved into her mouth at will. Her once white bedsheet looked disgusting as there were brown and black stains on it. The smell of a room was a large contrast from the pleasant fragrance of the flowers outside her room. Elizabeth was like a dead woman, perhaps the word zombie would sound better.
She stood up and walked to the kitchen which was another disaster sight. Plates were piled up at the sink releasing another odour which was offensive to the average nose but Elizabeth was unaffected. She picked up the phone and ordered for pizza in a low tired tone that the person on the other end thought she was sick.
"I am fine. Just get me my food and stop asking stupid questions." She shouted at him when he became nosey.
Elizabeth took a deep breath and started crying all over again. Would the pain of betrayal ever cease? She looked at the pictures she had broken all over the living room during her fit of anger. She had almost destroyed her home that day. The day she found out the truth...
Elizabeth and Brad were the perfect couple. Everyone just wanted to be like them. The love they had for each other was evident. The loss of their first child seemed to bring them closer after the second year of their marriage. Brad kept insisting he needed no child as long as he had dear Lizzzy with him. Dear Lizzy loved only two people in the world, her husband and her only sister, Rose. She shared everything with her as her baby sister was also her best friend.
It was expected that her husband and only sister would be close and she allowed it with joy in her heart. It pleased her that her two favourite people in the world were very good friends till she caught them in bed together!
She had been so shocked by the sight...but even more by their shamelessness. Rose was pregnant and Brad wanted a divorce so he could go stay with his baby mama. They had both left the house that day without a backward glance.
Her best friend and her husband had been decievng her for so long! She stopped living that day.
The doorbell jolted her out of her trance. She got her pizza and switched on the T.V. News of the upcoming festival was all the rage as she switched from one local station to another. She was about switching it off when an old woman caught her attention.
"....yes, my lovelies. Come visit me tomorrow night. Find Madam Odelia's booth at the festival ground and get your fortune changed. Get that life you want with just $5 only. I would love..."
The rest of her words were lost as Elizabeth smiled for the first time in weeks. Finally, she could do something about those two. The thought of revenge was soothing to her wounded heart.
The next day saw her wake up smiling, so full of life as she stretched on her bed. She looked around her room with satisfaction.
"Nothing like the thought of revenge to bring sanity to a battered life!" She said aloud and laughed out loud. The room was clean as was the kitchen as she moved to make coffee.
Madam Odelia was impressive. She was the real deal and she gave out magical items for money. Since Elizabeth wanted revenge on her enemies and had the money to give, she gave her her most prized possession. Her magical bottle which could trap anyone forever. They shared a moment of wicked laughter as money changed hands and the merchandise got delivered.
Elizabeth left the festival grounds excited as she anticipated the look on their faces when they found themselves in a bottle. What can i say, betrayal has turned a good woman bad. Witches were afterall, once nice people, so don't be too hard on dear Lizzy.