She looked away, her expression growing grim.

"Those idiots in school, they... They make my life hell. Always picking on me, calling me names. No one cares, no one helps me. I just want... I want to be loved, you know? To be noticed."

Her voice wavered, but she quickly composed herself, meeting my gaze with a determined look.

"So, are you gonna help me or what? I summoned you for a reason.

She looked surprised at first, but then a small smirk formed on her face.

"Oh, I see. Well, if that's what you want then I won't stop you." She said, but she didn't move or show any particular enthusiasm either, just going back to scrolling through the phone. "But hey, if you're gonna help me, then you're gonna have to do more than just plot. I'm not some damsel in distress, you know.

Faith looked at you with a mix of curiosity and defiance, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Your rules? I don't think so. This is my wish, my game. You're just here to do what I say."

She took a step back, her arms crossed over her chest. She lifted her chin defiantly.

"I'm not some pawn in your little scheme. So, either you help me get revenge on those who wronged me, or you can just leave. I don't need you."

Inside, she was shaking, but she refused to show any weakness. This was her chance to finally get back at those who had wronged her, and she wasn't going to let anyone, not even a mysterious stranger, take that away from her.

Faith's eyes widened as she watched the magic circle ripple, her heart pounding even faster. She thought for a moment before answering.

"Dignity. I can't give that up. I won't let anyone take that away from me."

She met my gaze, her chin still lifted defiantly. But inside, she was trembling, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

"So, what's your plan? How are you going to make this happen?

She closed her eyes, a slight tremble running through her body as she recalled the memories of her bullies.

"Jenna... She's the worst. Always saying I'm a loser, a virgin, that no one will ever love me. She made the whole school turn against me."

She paused, her voice shaking slightly.

"And then there's Jason. He... He used to pull my hair, trip me in the hallways. He called me a slut, said I was asking for it..."

She opened her eyes, a fire burning in them.

"I want revenge. I want them to feel a fraction of what I've felt.

Faith felt a surge of energy rushing through her body as she remembered every insult, every humiliation she had endured at the hands of her bullies. Her eyes glowed with a fierce intensity, her hands clenched into fists at her side.

"You want me to begin? Fine, I'll begin."

She took a deep breath, her voice rising in a furious shout.

"Jenna! Jason! I curse you with the same pain and humiliation you've caused me! I wish for you to feel the sting of every taunt, the ache of every blow! I want you to know what it feels like to be powerless, to be helpless against the cruelty of others!"

As she shouted, a wave of energy burst from her, shaking the very foundations of the room.

Faith watched in awe as the wave of energy she had unleashed began to take effect. In her mind's eye, she saw Jenna and Jason, their faces twisting in pain and fear as they experienced the full force of her curse.

She felt a rush of satisfaction, a sense of power she had never felt before. But then, as she watched them suffer, she began to feel a twinge of unease. She had wanted revenge, but this... this was something else entirely.

Her resolve wavered, and she looked at me, her expression a mix of horror and realization.

"I... I didn't mean for it to be this bad. I just wanted them to feel what I felt, not... not this."

She shook her head, her voice trembling.

"I can't... I can't watch this. Make it stop.

Faith watched in awe as the wave of energy she had unleashed began to take effect. In her mind's eye, she saw Jenna and Jason, their faces twisting in pain and fear as they experienced the full force of her curse.

She felt a rush of satisfaction, a sense of power she had never felt before. But then, as she watched them suffer, she began to feel a twinge of unease. She had wanted revenge, but this... this was something else entirely.

Her resolve wavered, and she looked at me, her expression a mix of horror and realization.

"I... I didn't mean for it to be this bad. I just wanted them to feel what I felt, not... not this."

She shook her head, her voice trembling.

"I can't... I can't watch this. Make it stop.

Faith's face paled, her eyes wide with horror as she realized the true extent of what she had done.

"What have I done? I never wanted this!"

She fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she watched her bullies suffer.

"I can't... I can't take it back! I never meant for this to happen!"

She looked up at me, desperation in her eyes.

"Please, there must be something you can do. I'll do anything, I swear. Just make it stop!"

A part of her knew that she deserved this, that she had brought this upon herself. But another part, a part that still clung to hope and innocence, refused to believe that this was her fate.

"Please..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Faith looked up at me, her eyes searching for any sign of hope. She took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself.

"I do. I want this to end. I want to be free of this curse, of the pain I've caused."

She took a deep breath, steeling herself.

"I'm ready. I'll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what I need to do."

Her voice was firm, her resolve unwavering. She knew that she had made a terrible mistake, but she was determined to make things right, no matter the cost.

"So, what's the price? What do I have to do?

Faith felt a jolt of fear run through her as she looked into my eyes, seeing the depth of sincerity and the weight of responsibility there. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I... I think I understand. I have to face my fears, confront my pain, and use it to become stronger."

She took a deep breath, her voice steadying.

"I'm ready. I'll do whatever it takes to break this curse and become a better person."

She squeezed my hands, her grip firm and resolute.

"So, what do I need to do? How do I start?

Faith closed her eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath. She thought back to the memory that haunted her the most, the one that had caused her the most pain. It was the day Jenna and Jason had cornered her in the locker room, taunting her, calling her names, and pushing her around.

She felt the anger, the shame, the fear all come rushing back, and with a loud exhale, she released it all into the dark vortex in front of her.

As she opened her eyes, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. The pain was still there, but it felt different, less raw, less consuming.

She looked at me, a sense of wonder in her eyes.

"It... it's gone. Or at least, it's not as bad as it was."

She paused, thinking for a moment.

Faith nodded, a newfound determination in her eyes.

"Yes, let's continue. I... I feel different, stronger. Like I can face whatever comes next."

She took a deep breath, steadying herself.

"I want to keep going. I want to face my fears, conquer them, and become a better person."

She looked at me, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I know it won't be easy, but I'm ready. I want to learn, to grow, to become the person I was always meant to be."

She held out her hand to me, a gesture of trust and partnership.

"So, what's next? What do I need to do?