I wasn't used to having other people care about me. Only my mother used to inquire about my mental health on a daily basis. She would have strange questions to ask about my emotions and thoughts. Once after I had gotten into a fight in middle school, she sat me down and told if I had ever done something that I wouldn't do consciously in any particular circumstances, I should tell her about it. If I was to ever feel like a passenger in my own body, I was to tell her immediately. Had I become a passenger in my own body? There was that strange night that I couldn't remember. Ugh, I needed to get a grip and sort out my priorities. Saving my mother was of utmost importance and I couldn't do that if I wasn't strong enough to beat Xerxes, which meant having a full schedule and little time for hanging out with my friends. I sighed, if I devoted all my free time to hanging out with my friends instead of studying and learning more about my father, I would be far behind with my studi
One of the few symptoms of mental exhaustion is delirium, losing your mind to your surroundings. I felt like I was in the passenger seat of a car driving really fast down a narrow road. The wind was blowing through my hair and I felt as if I could fly… I released a heavy breath as I opened my eyes. I was standing before the white house. There were a few people walking in and out laughing, drinking and having fun. Sigh, I needed a drink but I wasn't accustomed to drinking. Maybe I did and this was another mind test by Professor Faren pushing me to find a way out and resist his control over my mind. I tilted my head as I glanced around sceptically with wide eyes. Oh, maybe I'll win this time if I follow the narrative for a while then catch off guard like a sneak attack. The world began to spin as I nodded slowly to myself, taking slow steps into the house. A few students stop to give me strange stares. I felt like I was floating through space but I'd look good doing it. I was
"Leave the door open," I told, Cassian as he entered my dorm. He smirked as he pushed the door wide open. "Okay." He paused by the door, stuffing his hands into his long coat as he glanced around. He had insisted on carrying my bags to the white house but what he had actually meant was that he was going to make the two lycans lurking outside the doorway do all the heavy lifting while he watched my every move like a hawk. There were so many questions that I wanted to ask him but I knew better than to expect a straight answer. He was so closed off and mysterious. I knew that he'd tell me all that I wanted to know one day in the future but I couldn't help but want to know now. Was deciding to wait for him the right call? Should I have just let him drift away just as he wanted to push me away for some unknown reason because let's face it, you don't follow a distraction around like a lost puppy. I nibbled at my bottom lip, placing a few of my books in a large bo
Though I couldn't help but wonder, why was he so tense when I mentioned Silas. Yes, we had unique gifts that combined well with each other but we were basically best friends because of this, there was nothing more between us. Silas and I had a purely platonic relationship. He was the sweet yet charming guy next door and I was the girl with a bad streak and a complicated family. With a bright smile on my face, I turned and knocked sharply on the white and silver door of the white house. It was quite unique and had a strangely familiar symbol carved into the door handle along with silver tailings twisting and turning at the edges of the door to converge in the centre, forming what looked like… I leaned closer, squinting my eyes at the strange mark but before I could figure it out the door swung open. I immediately straightened, plastering a nervous grin on my face. A nervous grin, which faltered as my eyes widened in shock at the sight before me. Oh, God! Silas stood before me, s
The walk up two flights of stairs was pure torture. As my chest burned and I struggled to breathe, I started to feel a little sympathy towards Silas. As he stopped several times to stretch his muscles. When we finally arrived at the top floor, we walked for a really long while, following the twists and turns of the hallway. Silas finally dropped my suitcase and bag before a door in an hallway leading towards a set of double doors. My curiosity piqued as I began to ponder what mysterious laid beyond the velvet doors with gold forming intricate patterns against the wood, similar to that of the front door. "What's behind that door," I asked after allowing Silas to catch his breath. He followed my pointy finger to the doors and he smirked. This should be good…as long as ghosts weren't involved. "Well, if you must know, Miss. Malcolm," he started to speak with posh accent but dropped it when it made him out of breath. "Thats your room!" My eyebrows shot through the ro
I had sensed Silas' eyes, the second Phoebe said, "honesty'. He had explicitly asked that I not tell the girls about Xerxes and about just how powerful and dangerous he was. Sigh, what was I supposed to do? I didn't want to lie to my friends and this was supposed to be my home away from home. A home built on the honesty of its occupants. I brushed at the bridge of my nose as it began to tingle. I should have taken that nap earlier. I bit my bottom lip and got up from the stool. "Silas, we need to talk," I said walking past him to wait patiently in the far corner of the living room. My shoes tapped at the floor impatiently as I focused on breathing steadily, my hand pressed against my back. "You look like my mom when she's upset," Silas commented as he came to stand in front of me. I huffed, brushing at my frazzled curls that had escaped my ponytail. "Why didn't you tell me that the initiation was a game of truth or dare," I snapped quietly, leaning towards him with narrowed
I slapped away Silas' hand for the third time since he asked to walk me to class. I had agreed reluctantly but now, I was regretting my decision because he hasn't stopped trying to hold my hand. We were walking side by side along the path that connected the dorm tower to the building that had hosted Professor Faren's lecture hall. "Tai, this needs to look convincing," he said with a sigh, halfway to my destination. "I did not agree to this," I said slowly, glaring at him from the corner of my eyes. "Come on, it was a dare! I had to do it. Don't you want to knock some sense into the big bad lycan?" I rolled my eyes and folded my arms, so he would stop trying to hold my hand. Silas threw his arms around my shoulders instead, forcing me closer to his body. I caught a whiff of his perfume. It wasn't that bad, he made an effort. He smelled good. "Solace, don't make me break your arm. I've done it before, with even raising a finger," I said threateningly, staring into the depth of h
Her eyes had glazed over and turned black…again. This time I caught the change when the darkness was fading out. I knew that her heritage was mixed between the dark and the light but this rapid change sent a shiver down my spine. I didn't fear for myself, I feared for her. Was she fighting with something dark and dangerous within herself? On our first encounter, her eyes had become the epitome of darkness. Her magic had become dark and then she sent those hellhounds back to where they came from. When she fainted I felt so useless and terrified and then she went into a coma for five months. I lost it. Most nights I could not remember and everyday I was by her side. I had created fantasies of what our first encounter would be like. I would by her side, smiling gently down at her, whisper that she would be alright and that she was safe. I wasn't even there when she woke and when I tried to reassure her, she tried to stab me with a pair of scissors. She was so mad that