She's A Witch...

She holds out a hand. I wait a beat before reaching out to take it but once I stand up I let it go.

She's a witch, someone whispers into my ear. Who is she? I ask. She's a witch, the voice says. Like all of them.

....

I keep staring at the car while I feel her fingers lightly stroking my face. Just go where she says, the voice sighs. But she's a witch, I whisper back, still staring at the car. And her hand is a claw...
"Your face," she says.

"What about it?"

"You don't look like anything has happened to you," she whispers. "And you're so pale."