One day, I'm going to get out of this god awful town. I'm going to make something of myself. I'll be a singer, or a dancer, or I'll write a book about myself. As soon as I get enough money, I'm out of here. Gone for good, never coming back. It was going to be hard to save enough money to leave, considering I was paid seven dollars an hour and no one in this town ever tipped more fifty cents.
The end of my shift came and I walked outside to be greeted by a blizzard and six inches of snow. Fantastic. I even wore my tallest high-heels today. I had walked two steps before I slipped on the ice. I was soaked and one of my heels had broke off the shoe. Swears streamed out of my mouth for a good two minutes. I picked myself up off the ground and continued across the parking lot, leaving the heels behind in the snow. That's when she came. "What are you doing here?" I squeaked.
"Ivadell, my dear. Let me tell you about a deal that your sister made. She asked for a better life in exchange for anything that I would want. I think you know what happens when you offer a witch anything."
I nodded. "If you offer a witch anything, they kill the thing you love the most."
"Very good. You speak as if you yourself had made that mistake." I had, and she knew it, but that was what witches did, they tortured their victims before they killed them. "I gave your sister what she wanted. Now I get to collect my payment."
The knife ripped through my flesh as I heard her say her last words. "No matter what, there will always be a price."
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