The Amulet(Short story)

   I don't know why I did it; the glass seemed to break on it's own. All I know is one second, I was casually walking home from the basketball game and then I was next to a jewelry store that had it's window broken, with a necklace in my hand. It's black onyx gem seemed to pulse at my touch, it felt as if it was sucking away my free will, I wanted to destroy it with all of my might, but I couldn't let go. I had enough control to run home before the sirens arrived.
   The next morning I woke up with a skull splitting headache with a vague recollection of the night before. When I saw the Amulet it came back hitting me like a brick wall. That's when the second blackout occurred.
   I was locked within a prison in my own mind, but I could escape, briefly. I fought my way out of the trance and saw I was driving, I didn't know where, and I couldn't control anything but my sight. That's when the Amulet sent me back, barricaded in my own mind for what seemed hours. I managed to break free once again and seen night had fallen, then I was knocked out cold.
   The next time I was out, I was standing over a dug up grave, with cool mud smothered along my cloths and a shovel in my hands. I had dug the tomb of a woman, and the old sign said it was a Queen-the Amulet must have translated the old language for me-. I held the Amulet over the grave and felt my own life slip away, the necklace was sacrificing me for it's true master.
   I had one last chance to fight, I took every ounce of my strength and I threw the Amulet against a tombstone. I grabbed the shovel and I took a couple good swings at it. The curse was finally fully lifted, I grabbed the necklace and held it about the grave.
   I let it drop to the Witch Queen as I said, "You can have your gem, but not my life."