Young Writers Society

*This story is underneath my folder titled “Marcia and Rush”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33”. Enjoy!*

Once, there was a young girl with hot pink hair and shiny emerald eyes. Her clothes seemed to sparkle with glitter, as did her skin, her eyes, and her hair. Some would say it was genetics and a trick of light.

But no. Her name was Trixie, and she was a glitter witch, the very first of her kind.

There were legends of glitter witches. Glitter witches had the power to enchant people into doing whatever they wanted, for the mere glitter gave off an ethereal aura that many would feel compelled to follow.

The glitter witches were said to be burned away by the other witches, in an effort to “protect others”.

Trixie’s mother and father feared their daughter, and promptly cast her out once she turned eight. She had been living in different hidden places, but none had ever been more safe than the abandoned fast food restaurant covered in trees and smelling of grime.

She didn’t know the name of it, for the logo was smudged off, but she wished that she did. Every aspect of the restaurant brought a sense of lost comfort, of a hug that used to be full of such warmth but had all of the love sucked out from past horrors the world had given.

Sometimes, Trixie wondered if the restaurant was haunted by the ghosts of past families. She used her magic to get a sense of it and felt nothing, yet it still delighted and disturbed her with how a place she didn’t have any sweet memories with could give her such nostalgia.

Perhaps it was because she had no one but herself in the world. Not even her own parents wanted her. Why couldn’t they see past the glitter and notice the fractured, imperfect person underneath it?

Trixie wiped a glitter-fueled tear from her eye, what would have been seen as toxin-filled liquid in the eyes of some.

At least she could cry alone.

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Trixie smiled up at Rush, the boy she still believed in, even at the disquieting age of sixteen. She could vaguely see him from the black smoke that surrounded him. Ever since she had lived in the fast food restaurant, she had looked for beings to talk to.

Nobody answered except Rush, the vampire-demon hybrid. Rush, who said that he and his younger sister were driven out of Hell because of what they were. Rush, who was willing to comfort a lonely witch.

Rush used to take her out to go grocery shopping and eat at any restaurant he could find. He took her out to local parks, too. He even invited her to a witch’s house one time, where there was a Halloween ball, and Rush made a comment about what it’d be like to have his eye.

Rush loved her. Rush treated her like family. In Trixie’s eyes, he was her cousin. He knew what it was like to be cast out for identity. One day, he’d give her his eye, just like he promised.

She just had to nudge him in the right direction.

“Rush, you’re the one who understands. The one who loves. We live apart, but maybe we don’t have to. Remember that Halloween party?” Trixie asked.

Rush nodded. Of course he remembered. How could he forget? There were many decorations and costumes that were in every corner. Rush thought that he could add more to bring life to it, that his eye would help.

His eye might have helped in more ways than one!

“I need your eye so that I can always have you with me! You said that you’d give it away, so give it! You’re not human, life with one eye isn’t that hard.” Trixie said.

She hoped that he would do the reasonable thing. He was always reasonable. He always knew what the right thing to do was. All he had to do was give her the eye…

But instead, he wrinkled his nose, his mouth turning down into a disgusted frown. The magic that was keeping him in the restaurant was disappearing, his reflection was fading away.

She leaped up from the ground to grab him, but he pushed her off, stating:

“I’m not giving you my eye.”

After the last of him disappeared, Trixie stared up at the dirtied, paint-peeling ceiling in disbelief, her mouth hung open in shock.

Trixie always sat on the floor of the restaurant to talk to the projected vision of him, for standing felt like much work in a day spent hunting for food when he wasn’t around. She trusted him. She loved him. The projected vision, no nowhere near talking to a real person, could at least allow her to grasp onto his claw whenever she felt the void of the restaurant creep up on her.

Family was supposed to be there for each other. At least, that was what Trixie heard. Yet her parents left her behind. Her cousin didn’t even want to give up his eye. It would be just one eye to remember him by! One eye, that wasn’t much!

Just as Trixie was about to sob like the first day she came across the restaurant, the door swung open.

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Trixie very carefully tip-toed to a counter, where she peered over.

The people that had entered the restaurant were a man, a woman, and two little girls. One girl held the man’s hand, while the other girl held the woman’s hand. From what Trixie could see of their closeness, she deduced that they were a family.

But why did they come to that fast food restaurant? Wasn’t it abandoned? Why would a human family want to come at all?

“Look at this place: It’s a dump, but it used to be bustling with life. It’s where me and your father met.” The woman said to the little girls with a smile.

“So why are we here? This place is a little creepy.” The little girl holding the man’s hand asked.

Trixie gripped the counter in frustration. The little girl had a family who could protect her, who could love her. She even had a sister. Why did she have to be so scared of a restaurant, out of all things? It just needed some love. It just needed some life.

It was Trixie’s home. It kept her safe and sound. Sure, it felt a little empty, but never before had the desire for it to be empty forevermore had swarmed Trixie’s mind until the day the family walked inside.

“Because it’s a place of memories. It used to have color, Camilla. It’s a nice, quaint retreat away from the public eye. We’ll go home soon. Just appreciate this family moment.” The woman consoled.

Yes. Appreciate the family moment, for anything could go downhill in any moment. Why should they all be so content with their lives, content to be together? Why should they enjoy themselves while I am left to rot?

Trixie got up from behind the counter. She wouldn’t just sit with her thoughts. No, she had to take action.

“It’s so lovely to know I’m not the only one alive. Living here makes me forget that sometimes.” Trixie said as she walked up to the family.

Their faces began to contort in expressions of utter shock and perhaps a hint of terror, but Trixie didn’t budge. She let the glitter that swam inside her sparkle brightly, focusing on how it flowed in her blood, in her veins.

Let them stare at my glitter. Let them be lured in by my beauty. Let them be blinded by me. I am every bit of enchanting. I do not deserve to be left in a place like this. I do not deserve to be left behind. I have the power to change my life, and I will do so with all that I’ve got.

Their eyes were becoming far off, distant from their bodies. Their souls were depleting, withering away from their skin. Their mouths tried to open up in screams, but Trixie would only shine brighter, and they’d continue to be mesmerized by her magic.

If a monster is what they think of me, then a monster I shall be. I know of how they can live on, even though their souls want to pass on.

As Trixie was beginning to kill them, to break them apart, to let their flesh melt along with their hearts, she began to twist and morph their souls.

Trixie was cast away because of the glitter on her skin. She knew of a spell that would completely change the human family into something rather horrifying.

Their arms began to spread, their faces started to pale, their grins stretched far and wide, revealing the sharpened, blackened teeth that were hidden inside.

In Earth, they were loved. In Earth, they had people they could confide in, people they could spill their whole secrets to.

Clowns were people who dressed up. People who had to perform to keep others entertained. Their feelings did not matter in the long run, they had to give their time and energy out to others.

Birds were creatures covered in many different-colored feathers that graced the clouds in the sky, who may delight humans if they were in oddly patterned feathers. Their appearance inspired many nectar-coated serenades of glorious, infinite love.

But put together? They were clown birds. The family in front of her was no longer a family, but a flock of beastly abominations. They were trapped in their own bodies, and their screeching wouldn’t do much. Nobody was around to help them. Nobody was around to save them.

“I cannot escape the form I am, and neither can you. I was sent to this place because my glitter was an omen of death, and you will hide here out of fear. You lived your lives in naivety and comfort, but now that you have stepped into my home, you will see in my eyes.” Trixie declared.

The clown birds’ blank color spots of eyes had a hint of widening in surprise, to which Trixie only grinned and said:

“You don’t understand me? You wonder “why me”? Simple. Because you dared to cross into my home. You dared to come here from past memories. Don’t you know that those memories are buried in dust? Don’t you know to leave this place behind for something else? I am a glitter witch. My name is Trixie. My parents have sent me out to fend for myself in an unkind, evil world. I could have been an angel if they only loved me, just as you all could be home watching a movie.”

“But life isn’t fair. You have to show others that you’re willing to grasp whatever you can to make it all better. I’m going to get out of here and find my happiness. You’ll never be free. You don’t deserve it.” Trixie laughed.

She sauntered towards the door, relishing in how the screeches of the birds almost sounded like they were crying out for help. Finally, she could show the world not to trifle with her! Finally, others would understand how she felt!

No, they would never escape. Why would they? There were broken mirrors throughout the restaurant that reflected what they were. They wouldn’t want to scare the rest of the world. They wouldn’t dare be free, because they were humans, and humans made the mistake of caring.

They would die forgotten. She would live on as a Queen.

Trixie took a deep breath. She took in the sweet-smelling wildflowers, the pastel blue sky, and the warm sun that basked the trees in a heavenly glow. For the first time, she was truly free. She was outside, out to explore the world, out to taint the world, out to show the world. She was bubbling up with excitement, giddy with glee, for she finally felt what she needed to be as a child: Free.

Nobody was going to push her aside ever again.