I DO NOT OWN WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE. I was trying to be secretive with this chapter, things will start to make more sense. Tell me what you think of it so far.

10:33 PM

8/23/09

The Magic Of Mortals

The sun had set in New York City. It had set hours ago. Enough hours had gone by to make it so that the sun would rise soon again in the morning. Light green eyes focused on a digital clock in the dark. The dark that would be gone soon. The girl staring with those light green eyes couldn't make out the time. Her vision was too blurry.

The clock was one of the only things in the room she could stare at. It was one of the only things unpacked in her new house. Somehow, it comforted the girl. She couldn't sleep but didn't mind, most of the time. Every few minutes, she would worry. She had a feeling like something was happening, something she could only describe as sad.

As this girl looked at her clock in the disappearing darkness, she swore she could almost here screaming in the distance…

"I SHOULD HAVE LEFT A LONG TIME AGO! I don't know why I waste my time here." A woman's angry scream had turned into an annoyed whisper when a chill went down her spine. She had the front door open, as if she was going to walk out right then.

Her husband wondered two things seeing her face: Where could she go with just the clothes on her back? Also, how was it possible she even had a spine? He tried to talk her out of leaving, knowing that was a stupid idea. She had nowhere to go, even though she had almost walked out on him countless times before.

"I agree with you, oddly enough, but I don't understand what I did wrong this time. Whatever it was, could you please bring down the volume? Our daughter's trying to sleep."

"Don't talk to me like that!" His wife snapped. "Like what?" He asked defensively, whispering. "Like I'm an idiot! There are only two idiots in this house." She mumbled. He overheard her. He forced a laugh in reply. "Yeah? Who are they?"

She glared at him. "You, and your daughter." She said bluntly. This made him angry. "My daughter is very smart, but her mother's acting very stupid. Again." She scoffed. "Your daughter won't learn when to grow up. She won't listen to us, and you call me stupid." The man took a deep breath in anger.

"Maybe she would listen to us more if we did something other than scream." "I WASN'T SCREAMING!" Came the reply. Typical.

"You are now." He said. "Maybe it's because I'm so ashamed of my daughter." The woman replied in a shaky tone. "What reason do you have to be ashamed of her?!" That question only made her scream louder than before. "SHE'S TRYING TO LIVE SOME FAIRY TALE!" "HER LIFE'S A NIGHTMARE, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?!"

She got up in his face to try and make her point. He backed up as she spoke. "I expect her to be someone I can be proud of. ALL SHE'S EVER BEEN IS A DISAPPOINTMENT!"

The man didn't know what he could say in defense. His wife had never said anything that cruel. "I'm going back to bed." He announced. As he walked away, he could hear his wife mumble these words. "You're just like her. Never standing up for anyone…"

Up on the second floor, the room at the end of the hall had the door shut tight. The lights were off and all was silent.

Except for the sound of faint crying.