hazes of the fever and pain that forced me into
blackouts I had fitful dreams. Creatures of al shapes and sizes
continued to reach out to me as I used the fire to burn them past
my path. By the time I would wake up the fever would be spiking
higher, the pain so intense I'd throw up.
At one point I managed to drag myself to the tub and turn
on the faucets, shoving myself in with my clothes stil on. The water
felt worse than the stabbing pain inside me, and I screamed. Jayson
had run upstairs to pul me from the water and back to my bed, but
he said my fever seemed to have gone down from the bath.
I felt like I was dying. Nothing wanted to work, from my
legs to my heart, it al moved like an animal on its last leg. Each
breath felt like I was putting al of my energy into it. Giving in
suddenly seemed easier, plausible.
Jayson knocked on the door, startling me from my haze of
thought. "I need to run out for a few hours. Are you going to be
okay?"
Slowly I nodded. "Sleeping it off," I said.
He brought my cel phone over to the bed and rested it
under my hand. "Just dial if it gets any worse and I'l be home in a
under my hand. "Just dial if it gets any worse and I'l be home in a
heartbeat. I'l make sure to pick up more ice on the way home." He
closed the door behind him. I gave into the waves of pain I'd been
fighting back and fel into a dreamless sleep.
Sometime in the night I startled awake. My bedroom light
had been left on, a bucket by the side of the bed, rags piled onto
my nightstand. Curiously I didn't feel like I had a fever and the pain
inside my body had vanished. Slowly I rose out of bed, ungluing
myself from the sheets that had been soaked in water and sweat. I
had only one thing in mind; water.
I tip-toed past Jayson's room in case he was asleep, down
the steps and to the kitchen. My favorite cup I brought from home,
a Jack Skelington mug, sat in the drainer with a couple other plates
and silverware. I filed it with a little tap water and took my time
sipping it, gazing out the window above the kitchen sink.
The cup half-slipped from my hands as I spotted a figure
standing in the backyard. Against the glassy night the silhouette
seemed almost impossible to spot. I reached for the basebal bat
under the sink when I stopped and stared at my hand.
I opened the door and stepped outside in the stil-soaked
clothes I'd been wearing earlier, but the air felt soft and almost
warm on my skin. Smal snowflakes hung in the air, leaving little
trails as they fluttered to the ground. My feet stepped onto the frost
covered ground as I walked slowly, hands at each side ready to
strike. The figure never moved, only stared straight at me as I came
closer.
"Get off my property before I cal the police," I warned the
figure. I stopped walking to leave a smal chunk of distance
figure. I stopped walking to leave a smal chunk of distance
between us. "You won't get a second warning."
"What if I want a second warning?" The voice asked as the
figure smirked, gleaming white teeth revealing themselves.
"You have got to be freaking kidding me," I swore aloud
as my eyes adjusted to the dark, painting Kayden into my sight. He
stil had the same clothes on from school, stil the same short spiky
black hair, and stil the same ridiculous smirk on his face I wanted
to cut off with nail clippers. " Kayden what the hell are you doing
on my lawn? "
"Waiting for you, what else am I supposed to do?" He
shrugged and came over to me, tilting his head on one side. "Stil
feeling like you're on death's door?"
"In the middle of the night no less!" I screamed louder and
threw my hands into the air. "You've got more than just a few
issues here, you know that right? There's just no way I can't
explain this to my brother in the morning."
"Brother?" He questioned, and I nodded. "Huh. Weird.
Warlocks usualy only adopt one child."
"What?"
"Nothing, never mind, never mind." He puffed out his
cheeks for a moment.
blackouts I had fitful dreams. Creatures of al shapes and sizes
continued to reach out to me as I used the fire to burn them past
my path. By the time I would wake up the fever would be spiking
higher, the pain so intense I'd throw up.
At one point I managed to drag myself to the tub and turn
on the faucets, shoving myself in with my clothes stil on. The water
felt worse than the stabbing pain inside me, and I screamed. Jayson
had run upstairs to pul me from the water and back to my bed, but
he said my fever seemed to have gone down from the bath.
I felt like I was dying. Nothing wanted to work, from my
legs to my heart, it al moved like an animal on its last leg. Each
breath felt like I was putting al of my energy into it. Giving in
suddenly seemed easier, plausible.
Jayson knocked on the door, startling me from my haze of
thought. "I need to run out for a few hours. Are you going to be
okay?"
Slowly I nodded. "Sleeping it off," I said.
He brought my cel phone over to the bed and rested it
under my hand. "Just dial if it gets any worse and I'l be home in a
under my hand. "Just dial if it gets any worse and I'l be home in a
heartbeat. I'l make sure to pick up more ice on the way home." He
closed the door behind him. I gave into the waves of pain I'd been
fighting back and fel into a dreamless sleep.
Sometime in the night I startled awake. My bedroom light
had been left on, a bucket by the side of the bed, rags piled onto
my nightstand. Curiously I didn't feel like I had a fever and the pain
inside my body had vanished. Slowly I rose out of bed, ungluing
myself from the sheets that had been soaked in water and sweat. I
had only one thing in mind; water.
I tip-toed past Jayson's room in case he was asleep, down
the steps and to the kitchen. My favorite cup I brought from home,
a Jack Skelington mug, sat in the drainer with a couple other plates
and silverware. I filed it with a little tap water and took my time
sipping it, gazing out the window above the kitchen sink.
The cup half-slipped from my hands as I spotted a figure
standing in the backyard. Against the glassy night the silhouette
seemed almost impossible to spot. I reached for the basebal bat
under the sink when I stopped and stared at my hand.
I opened the door and stepped outside in the stil-soaked
clothes I'd been wearing earlier, but the air felt soft and almost
warm on my skin. Smal snowflakes hung in the air, leaving little
trails as they fluttered to the ground. My feet stepped onto the frost
covered ground as I walked slowly, hands at each side ready to
strike. The figure never moved, only stared straight at me as I came
closer.
"Get off my property before I cal the police," I warned the
figure. I stopped walking to leave a smal chunk of distance
figure. I stopped walking to leave a smal chunk of distance
between us. "You won't get a second warning."
"What if I want a second warning?" The voice asked as the
figure smirked, gleaming white teeth revealing themselves.
"You have got to be freaking kidding me," I swore aloud
as my eyes adjusted to the dark, painting Kayden into my sight. He
stil had the same clothes on from school, stil the same short spiky
black hair, and stil the same ridiculous smirk on his face I wanted
to cut off with nail clippers. " Kayden what the hell are you doing
on my lawn? "
"Waiting for you, what else am I supposed to do?" He
shrugged and came over to me, tilting his head on one side. "Stil
feeling like you're on death's door?"
"In the middle of the night no less!" I screamed louder and
threw my hands into the air. "You've got more than just a few
issues here, you know that right? There's just no way I can't
explain this to my brother in the morning."
"Brother?" He questioned, and I nodded. "Huh. Weird.
Warlocks usualy only adopt one child."
"What?"
"Nothing, never mind, never mind." He puffed out his
cheeks for a moment.
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