She just stood there in front of me. The girl I was looking for. The witch. My best friend. "Hannah," I breathe. She smiles at the mention of her name. My eyes dart across her body, memorizing every feature and every curve, subconsciously fearing they'll take her away. Then, I remember. They already took her. They lifted her up on that stake and let the flames wash away the evidence. They couldn't burn away my memories though. "I'm going to save you this time."

"Oh Chrissy, you should have left me with the condemned," Hannah says softly, resting her forehead against mine. Pain is the only thing I feel from her touch. Before I can even protest, I see her disappear into my very soul. My body convulses, rejecting her presence, but she forces herself deeper. She makes my body hers. I scream and beg, but the words are lost within my mind.

"Chrissy?" a hesitant, but familiar voice calls from behind me. Dad. He came looking for me. Happiness floods through me, offering me some temporary comfort. Hannah, however, only sees a threat. Controlling me like a puppet, she lifts my limp body off the ground.

The sight of his relieved smile falls away to shock. He points a look of fear I've never seen before at me. I watch as he tightens his grip on his gun. The firearm slightly rocking as his hand trembles. "Are you still in there...Chrissy?" he asks, unable to hide the shakiness of his voice.

"She's gone," Hannah answers coldly. No, I'm still here! My father forgets his fear, replacing it with angry grief. He raises his gun, his eyes as cold as her voice. My mouth unwilling curls into a smile, "Don't be angry, you'll soon join her." With a wave of her hand, she rips the weapon from him. She turns the levitating gun to his head. I resist even though common sense tells me its futile.

Suddenly, all the words I've been screaming tumble out of my mouth. Its, however, the only thing I can control. I know that its wasn't me, but Hannah who gave me power. Maybe its gift for being friends so long or maybe its one last way to torture me. All know is what she wants me to say. "I'm sorry, Dad." Then, she makes me pull the trigger.