Glowing in the Dark

Forgiving

"You need to forgive her if she's really in the prophecy."

 Ali has her head cupped in her hands. 

"I can't forgive her, you know I can't!" I cry in dismay.

"I don't even know what Amy did!" Ali throws up her hands. 

Well she, she-

Okay, here's Dennis, breathe.  JUST BREATHE YOU BLOODY ELEMENTAL!

OOOOOOO, YOUR CRUSH! 

Oh, sweetie!

Huh?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,

You see Ali, BREATHE, one day I was near Amy's house, then she opened, BREATHE, the door to come and say hi. She forgot, BREATHE, to close the door behind her and her Rottweiler came and chased me. BREATHE, I was barley faster then him. BREATHE,  Rottjaw, that's his name. It was so scary. BREATHE,  so after, I forgave Amy (bad idea) and, BREATHE, then she wrote a note. BREATH, A note to herself, saying that I didn't forgive her. The thing was, her parents actually believed her. She's sent a few, BREATHE, sorry notes after that, but I haven't responded. BREATHE.

Wow. That's worse  then I thought. 

My ears perk up. That wasn't from Ali. And only me, Jessica, Ali and... Dennis are here.  So could... it didn't have Ali's or Jessica's voices, could that have been... 

 ... Dennis?

Dennis said that? I thought he wasn't an... oh. Yeah would make sense.

I tilt my head to one side. Dennis? I call. Can you hear me?

I guess,  comes the reply.

"Like, what are you doing?" Jessica asks. "You've been silent for a very long time." 

I nod at Ali. I'll forgive her, I say. But only on one condition.

... 

You need to know more about magic. Dennis? Can you hear me?

Get out of my head.

Well, the Sun is something fake that you need to know about,

Get out of my head.

So Ali claims a lot of stuff,

Get. Out. Of. My. Head. Now, please.

Fine, but,

Now.

Whatever.

Julia? Comes Ali's voice.

Ali! Great; I need to ask you something, is the Sun real?

Ali sighs. 

The Sun is real,

Why? How? 

It just is. I know everything, because I'm from the Sun, and you not.

This made me rage. The glowing scarlet anger took control of me. I let it. It burned my hands, then my arms, my chest, and then finally my heart. It hurt, but it gave me a feeling. Like I was victorious. Like I was strong, stronger then her. Like I could hurt her, and not feel a single shred of guilt. It made me hard to break, like a shield, or a sword. Wield before me, it said. I stared at Ali, hard, and blackness took control of my vision. Just for a second, silence and a blackout. My heart thumped; I wanted out. A second ago I was strong, but now I felt wimpy. And scared. I wanted out. Then, a flicker of flame. Of screams. Of death. Of deep despair and disaster. I liked it. It fed my anger, like kindle feeding fire. My sight returned. The school returned. The field returned. And so did the color. It was all there, the way it had been before the blackout. The landscape--if you liked metal boxes, was all there.