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empty.
                “Just water,” I demand, my
voice raw and raspy, sounding nothing like me.
                Selene nods and leaves the
room. When she comes back she is holding a sealed water bottle in her hand and
makes an effort to show that it has not been tampered with. I drink the whole
bottle and then we both sit quietly, her waiting for me to speak. The clock on
the wall’s ticking sounds like a drum beating against our silence. I observe
the room finally and discover that I am not in the hospital as I first assumed.
                The room is a normal
bedroom, plain and empty of anything but the clock, bed, and a nightstand. I
also see that I am not hooked up to any monitors. Yet, when I look at my left
arm, recalling my injury, the slice down to the bone, I see that it is bandaged
and the pain decides to make itself known all over again. Although, what I’m
feeling now is nothing like the pain from last night. I don’t even want to
think about my ankle which I don’t seem to feel at all. Weird.
                Tears fall freely down my
face and Selene starts to reach for me but stops. Good. I don’t want to be
touched, to be consoled, I just want my life back. Impossible, I know, but it
will take a while for my mind to grasp that my entire world has exploded so
much that there may never be any pieces left to pick up. I don’t even know
where to begin, so many questions go through my mind and they may have answers
that I don’t want to hear.
                Fuck it. What can be worse
than the horror I just witnessed?
                “Is it dead?” I surprise
myself when the question falls out of my mouth. I guess hatred is the first
emotion to rule.
                “I’m sorry Rayne, but I
wasn’t strong enough. That’s why we’re here, in hiding,” Selene answers me
sadly.
                “Hiding?”
                “Yes. We are in a safe
house that Damien arranged. I was able to contact him before the police
arrived. He knew what to do in case something like this happened and he has
bought us your safety.” The answer only creates more questions.
                Angrily, I spit, “What the
hell are you Selene? And what do you mean in case something like this happened?
What do you know? Does this have something to do with what’s going on between
you and Damien? How can I trust you after what I saw you do? Whatdid I
see you do Selene?” I want to cry but I can’t. I’m afraid and confused and I
have more questions that need to be answered.
                Selene takes a deep breath
and I see that tears are threatening to fall from her green eyes as well.
“Never in a million years did I think I would have to be the one to tell you
this Rayne. I think I know what your father wanted you to know but was afraid
to tell you. I will get to that in a minute, because you’re right, you need to
know what I am.”
                With a sad smile that I
was getting too used to seeing on her face, Selene admits, “I am witch born,
Rayne. Next in line to be high priestess of my people. The magic is my
birthright.”
                I look over at the empty
water bottle, examine the top for tampering, and read the label slowly. Surely,
she found a way to lace it with something. I can tell when I look back at
Selene that she knows I don’t believe her. She continues anyway.
                “There are things Rayne,
that you cannot begin to understand. Accept it and you will be stronger because
of it. You saw that thing and you saw what I did to it. Do not doubt the power
of others simply because it is new to you.” A compelling argument, one that as
of now, I can’t dispute.
                “So if you are, ‘witch
born’, as you say, what does that mean and what was that, thing?”
                “You know what it was. I
can see it in your eyes.” She