Madeleine Morningist

  “I did plan on it being you. You’re special Monday,” the witch leered. “You’re special because you’re so incredibly not. I feed on pain, and I always knew I could make you suffer. Even before you had your heart broken.” The witch breathed in, eyes rolling back into her head, as if Monday’s pain were giving her orgasmic joy. “Of course Zero couldnt love you, and mark my words, he’ll leave. Now, what are you good for in life once you’re alone? If your little friends leave for college, or move away? As far as I can see, you’re nothing but muscle. A stupid piece of muscle. Really, Monday, convince me. What makes you worth anything?”  Monday hated that this witch was in her head. She made one small, desperate attempt at finding an answer, which the witch immediately heard. “You keep Miranda and Jess from fighting too much,” the witch cackled, “you keep Zero from thinking he’s the bad guy. You adorable little peacemaker. You think that’s power? You are nothing.” The witch seethed ...