Dylan

9: Being an average teen is not my thing

I swam with difficulty to the shore. I tried to catch my breath; and finally, I spit out all the water all the water in my lungs. My body was hurting so badly, and I was feeling cold. Actually, I felt hella cold, and then I started to get scared. I hadn't felt cold for two years. Something was terribly wrong.

The noise of people at the party attracted my attention. I was in a place with difficult access; for this reason, some people took photos and videos of me from Lee's backyard wall. The sound and flashes of dozens of mobiles were stressful.

I tried to stand up, but my right foot was killing me. I was close to blacking out when I saw a tiny limb had hurt my foot. It was bleeding; I'm unsure if it was a lot or a little. That was the first time that I bled.

My breath became irregular. If a tiny limb hurt me, I could die easily. A tree could fall on my head, death due to craniocerebral trauma; a virus could infect my wound, death due to gangrene; water he had swallowed could hurt my lungs, death due to acute respiratory failure. I needed a safe place. 

I ran as fast as I could; outside was too dangerous. I was across the forest, which wasn't a secure place. But, the streets were a hot mess of drunk teens, or this was I guessed at that moment. I arrived at my aunt's house. The ride home was slow and weary. Three kilometers was a lot suddenly. I didn't remember that walking made me tired so much.

I searched for my key, and fortunately, it was intact. The heat hadn't melted it. I opened the door and went to my room. The house was empty; my aunt and my uncle had gone to the movie theater with Mary.

I was shivering from the cold, I didn't understand why I was so cold if the house had the heating on. I sat down in a corner of my room. I wasn't able to think clearly yet. I saw one of Andrew's cards on the table. This was my unique option. I didn't have my phone; maybe it was in the Lake or scorched in Lee's garden. I used an old-school phone.

"Bip. Bip. Hello, agent Andrew speaking."

"I have screwed up; I have screwed up so much."

"Dylan, are you?"

"I shouldn't have listened to you," I said between sobbing, I tried to explain what had happened, but I guess that I was so nervous that he didn't understand well. "And now, I'm home, I'm freezing, but I don't know why."

"Okay, breathe. Do you change clothes?"

I noticed I was still dressed in wet torn clothes "Damn, I'm such a stupid."

"Don't worry, It's normal. Put me in speaker."

"The clothes, the fucking clothes," I said frustrated.

I tried to remember the rules that my mom had taught me when I was a child. Most importantly, if I'm wet, I must change immediately. I don't know how I could forget it when it matters most.

"Are you ready? Tell me what happened,"

I tried to catch my breath and explain to him what happened.

"Dylan, you did nothing wrong. Everything gonna be okay."

"I'm done. It's recorded; besides I don't have my powers. What can I do now? "

"Your powers came back soon, but it's high time you speak with your family."

"I can't. They'll hate me. I screwed up too much. Please, I need you. I can't handle this anymore."

"I know. I'm on my way. You must be calm, maybe a police officer will go to the house, but I tried to speak with the agent in charge before."

"Please not. Someone with guns not."

"I tried to arrive as soon as possible. I have the medicine for the last time. Calm kid; I will be there right away. I have to hang up."

"Sorry."

"Sorry for what, this is not your fault."

"I mean, the last time I was a jerk. I'm really sorry."

"Everything will be fine. Biiiiiip"

The silence was deafening. Without my powers, I'm weak, and the world is so dangerous.

Suddenly I heard someone up the stairs.