The magic in us: The Cross Of Two Souls

12: Vulnerable Side

The morning starts off slow and exhausting. I feel sluggish and in no way want to get up.

So much happened yesterday. Meeting new people, having a stalker, and my birthday.

As for how my morning is going, I really don't want to focus on that until the evening when I'm awake.

I think I slept wrong because my shoulder is killing me.

I sit on the edge of my bed, slowly regaining consciousness.

Wiggling my toes and fingers I take a deep breath and get up to go to the bathroom.

I freshen up and head back to my room to change.

After I change I fix my bed and head to the kitchen.

When I pass the living room I see Adam pacing back and forth.

"What's wrong with you?" I say jokingly while grabbing cereal from the top cabinet.

"I'm just thinking about what you said yesterday," he says and I chuckle, confused while sitting at the island.

"What did I say?" I ask, hoping that it isn't something embarrassing or dark.

"You don't- whatever, you said you were attacked," he says with worry, and I just breathe out in relief.

"Oh, that? I forgot about that, I dealt with it so what's the matter?" I say piquing my interest.

He stops pacing and looks straight at me before saying, "I think you're starting to become a target, you were attacked back at the school too, we're they the same person?"

Now that I think about it yeah I am starting to feel like I have a target on my back.

The reason? I don't know yet, there are lots of reasons why someone would want me dead but the people themselves are kind of, how do I put this nicely without sounding self-centered.

Cowards you can say, I tried putting it nicely but I couldn't think of another word. They can talk a lot of shit to your face or behind your back but they can't do confrontation or anything like that so they're out of the picture.

"Okay yeah maybe I am a target but I'm not going to stay home and do nothing, I'll carry on doing what I do and when they come back I'll deal with them," I say trying to reassure him but it doesn't work.

He looks at me with disbelief and gets angry. When he turns around I think he doesn't want me to see him like that.

I personally could care less if someone is angry at me but to turn around would mean something more serious so I'll be nice this time.

"You! You always think you have to do everything alone when you clearly got people to help you" he says looking out the window.

"I keep them out for reasons like this, if I let you guys intervene in my own issues then they become yours and I don't want that," I say trying to keep myself calm but I'm slowly reaching my limit on my patients.

"And who gives you the right to dictate who helps you? Why can't you let anyone in!" He yells as he turns around, setting our shelf on fire and turning into his natural form. I sort of forgot he looks like this.

I put the fire out with magic and he looks at me with regret.

"I don't let people in 'cause they always end up leaving in the end," I say trying not to get angry at him.

I head up to my room to process on my own.

I really don't want to be here anymore but I don't want to run away either, I've done enough of that in my life.