Cats. Ugh. It had to be fucking cats. Did she look like Sabrina the Teenage Bitch to you? She wasn't the type to have a fucking familiar, to keep a furball or anything, the only pets she had had killer abs and had just done her nails. She had their numbers in her phone and they were waiting for her call. Cats infuckingdeed.
Madison pulled out a cigarette as Mallory started to talk, listening intently. It was a disjointed and confusing story, one that she didn't completely understand. But as Mallory continued to tell it she started to feel this strange sense of deja vu come on, which seemed to increase as Mallory continued her story. It was bizarre, it was almost as if it was a dream that she'd had long ago, that she had long since forgotten, that she was struggling to remember.
But that didn't make any fucking sense. Unless it was witch magic. Or Satan screwing with her head. Or maybe it was seeing Mallory that jogged her memory or something.
Madison took a drag of the cigarette, frowning and letting out a sigh. "This is going to sound completely fucking crazy-- but then again, half of what you've fucking said sounds goddamn batshit. But I think I'm kind of remembering. I don't know if it's some sisterly bond bullshit or some shit."
She shook her head. "It's there, but it's like it's stuck in a fucking blender. Here." Madison impatiently took Mallory's hand and squeezed it. "Close your eyes. Picture it, everything. Fucking show me what happened. Our magic'll take care of the rest."