CHAPTER 27 LENA. I stumbled backwards and my hip hit the window sill I had just stood up from. My hand clamped over my mouth to suppress the scream that threatened to escape my throat. My hands began to shake. I was really anxious. This had happened again and I didn't know if she was going to survive this because she was caved in a box-like ice casing that glinted under the light. No way in hell. She wasn't going to survive this. "Lena," My father's voice brought me back to earth. I had totally forgotten that there was anyone else in this room as I had been engulfed by the crippling fear of watching another person get frozen again. It was all my fault. "What just happened?" I looked at him as tears escaped my cheeks. His face was covered in sheer, crippling shock and for a long time, his eyes kept darting from the frozen body of the healer to me. "I—" My voice broke as I fiddled with my fingers. "I don't know. I can't— oh, gods," I placed both of my hands on my head
CHAPTER 28 LENA. I looked up at her from where I sat, my knees pulled to my chest. "And how do I do that? Embrace the cold?" She took a seat right in front of me and crossed her legs like she had been practicing yoga her whole life. I couldn't do that shit for more than ten minutes before losing feelings in my legs. "Just... Embrace it." I was hit by a wave of very short lived nostalgia. She sounded just like the voice in my head and from the way she kept staring at me and smiling, I believed she was the one. But she wasn't. I knew it. I could feel it in my guts. A shiver than through my body and I shook with tremors, teeth chattering as I tried to gain composure. She watched me for a long time with awe and fascination. Like she was staring at a wonder of the world. "Never in my life did I believe I was going to witness this day. Do you know how much power you carry? It's scary and refreshing at the same time," I wasn't interested in listening to an abridged
CHAPTER 29 LEAH. As soon as I had gotten home, the first thing I did was jump into the shower, ignoring the regular questions my mother asked me about school. My father was yet to return. He had gone on a business trip about a week ago and was yet to return and that gave me the advantage. He wasn't here to give me a stern look when I refused to listen to my mother. I loved them both but my mother could be overbearing and annoying and as for my father? He was the sterner one you had to respect without him even asking for it. I guessed I did because he respected me too. I decided to take a long, warm shower as I imagined sitting in front of Damon, his ruby eyes piercing into my skin like a searing iron as he stared into my soul. The imagination did things to me. His build, the vein running up his arms, the way his hair was naturally tousled— a lot of boys paid for their hair to look that way. Luke included. But Damon didn't even have to make an effort. And he was also really
CHAPTER 30 LENA. The healer left a few hours ago and my pp father spent a bit of time with me before he went to attend to Jason. He has asked me to rest properly and not leave bed till I was fine enough. I was even served dinner in my room and I nearly teared up when I remembered how my mother did this whenever I was sick. The idea of her being dead was hard to take as I had only relived memories of her alive since her death. After dinner in my room, my father bade me goodnight. He didn't even lean down to kiss my forehead. Just patted the ends of my bed. As much as the healer had told him it was safe to touch me, he had decided to give it a few hours. My body was starting to feel normal but there was that prickling feeling of the cold still residing within me. I had totally forgotten that there was a life outside my own for the past few hours that I jumped out of my bed when I heard the notification ding on my phone. I pushed myself to my feet and snatched my phone fro
CHAPTER 31 LENA. The question still hung in the air and four pairs of eyes rested on me as light poured on each of their faces occasionally. The loud music was more of a background sound now that I thought about addressing the big elephant in the room. There was no lie I could come up with that was smooth enough to deter them. Rather, it was going to make them more curious and I wasn't ready to entertain their questions borne out of curiosity. Hell, I couldn't say anything. Not yet at least and lying to my friends wasn't an honourable thing to do but what the hell was I going to tell them? That my hair turned this colour on its own after my mother's death? After I had nearly frozen my room? I could see the laughter in Dylan's face. Jerk. Or was I going to tell them the very strange occurrence that happened back home today when I was yet to even figure it out? I couldn't tell them the truth. At least, not yet. I wasn't going to hide forever but I couldn't tell anyo
CHAPTER 32 LENA. I stared at Damon for a long time and dragged a long puff before blowing it out. Then I bent my head and started to laugh. "Did I say something funny, bonica?" Damon asked as he pulled the cigarette from my hand. He really had the audacity. Trevor stood in between us, staring in confusion. "And what the hell does that mean?" Damon didn't even spare him a glance. Just spoke. "I don't think it's any of your business, Trevor," Trevor laughed but it didn't get to his eyes. "You know my name already. How nice," "You have quite the reputation amongst the ladies. I'm surprised you don't know how popular you are," I stared pointedly at Trevor who began to avoid my eyes and took the cigarette back from Damon's hand. Our fingers brushed lightly and I shuddered. How did he seem to have so much effect on me and feel dangerous at the same time? We had this crazy dynamic that made us click as soon as we were in proximity. Like we were doing now. "Love t
CHAPTER 33 LENA. The silence that followed after my question was brief. Then a frown was etched on his forehead. "I don't think I know what you're talking about," He kept his cool. Not a blink or a twitch or any suspicious movement. Just confusion. "What's going on?" I was no detective and trying to read him was quite hard to do but I needed information, needed to know if he somehow had a thing to do with all these deaths. I cleared my throat. "Uhm, so a few days ago, I lost my mother. It's not something I want to talk about I'm— but you don't seem to know. My mother was found dead and then Henshaw died on the same night. Mereba, the next day," He folded one arm over the other as a look of sympathy flooded his face. "I am really sorry. Losing a parents and friends in a space of two days can be really devastating," I stared into his eyes, tried to catch a hint of anything at all but there didn't seem to be. Just plain sympathy. Maybe he wasn't the one? I tried a
CHAPTER 34 LENA. I ran into Trevor on my way out of the rest room area. He caught me by the arm and steadied me from tripping into a drunk dancer. I pulled away from him immediately and lowered my head. "What are you doing here?" "I was searching around for you. Thought you went home," He said as he followed me. I pushed past the crowd of people, not minding if a lot of them were drunk and on the brink of throwing up. I shoved a couple making out and shoving their tongues down their throats to the side, not minding if they fell over a booth behind them. I heard laughs behind me and "bitch!". While I would have stopped to put her in her fucking place, I preferred just walking away. The previous events in my life had somehow shaped my way of thinking and my reaction processes. I was a newer version of the old me and I loved it this way. More drama, more people hating me. This was my first episode of existential crisis and probably the worst of the rest to come but I