lightening Extinction 101

emergence

I walked back to the group with my heart pounding in my chest, I was for once scared,all I could fill was the beating sound of my chest, siteing Mr olentee I walked faster towards him, I felt I should pour out to him what happened a few seconds ago but out of fear of him thinking I was talking gibberish I couldn't, hey mart how did your examination go  well he asked? Good sir I said, okay come,meet miss  Marie she's Mr odet's personal assistant , she would  hand you the rest of the documents you need for the site, yes sir I answered, I followed Marie to her car where she handed me the needed documents, thanking her I decided to ask her questions about the land by myself, sorry Marie can I take just few minutes of your time I asked? , sure mart I am here to help, you were the one who saw to the demolishing of the site right? Yes I was, okay there was a tree back there , was it purposely overlooked? No we made sure to cut down all tress after all the construction is starting in a week's time, but I just saw one tree back there exactly at the edge of the end, down further away, I beg your pardon Mr mart , like I said I personally saw to the demolishing and I made sure not to leave any stone unturned , after all Mr odet likes a clean job, and I very much like mine, if there is nothing else I will take my leave, okay sorry Marie I was just doing my job, am sorry if any choice of words I used offended you, not at all, .
               
                 I watched her leave and for once I questioned my own sanity , how I am sure that I wasn't hallucinating , but the pain on my pricked fingers was giving me the reality check , heading back to the group , I walked to Mr olentee for further instructions , you are free to go lad any more work will be notified at the office, I have never felt such, so confused and irritated In my life after gretting the necessary people I should, I bade goodbye to Mr odet and left , walking back to the junction where I could find a taxi , my phone rang and it was Mirabel my ex, we had dated for 2 years but broke up with her saying I had to get my shit life together, picking up , hi Mirabel , mart please come and pick me up am at Nathan's gate he locked me out and my bag is inside his place, his cheating on me with that bitch syrah , the nerve of you Mirabel asking me to pick you up at your boyfriend's place for God's sake I am your ex, but was also my best friend she countered, who you left  for that piece of shit I backfired, could we save this argument for later mart I need to leave this place first she said trying to use that cute voice on me, am coming and if I get there and I can't find you , I will leave  cutting her off before I could hear any more of her whimperings, I was already tired with the previous events and Mirabel was another load of stress for me , hailing down a taxi I went to the destination , on getting there I saw her crunched down looking like a lost puppy, she was as beautiful as the last four months since I last saw her, her brown hair looking out of places probably from her often pulling on it out of frustration , her big grey eyes looking up to me but even with the anger on her face she still looked adorable, I met her on the second year of college , just like every normal coincidence, we started out as best friends until feelings began blooming , officially started dating after graduation but guess somethings just doesn't work out, I walked up to her, let's go I said yanking her up from the ground, stop dragging me I can perfectly walk  well said the spitfire, fine but make sure I don't wait for you to get to the cab , when we settled inside the taxi I couldn't bring myself to look at her any longer , I just couldn't the memories were  jamming in, are you a monk in practice? She asked stifling a laugh , am not in for your jokes Mirabel sit tight while I get you home I have important things to do unlike some one , and that  only was enough to shut her up , my head was  throbbing , and I could feel an intense headache coming in,  picking your ex whom you still in love with from her boyfriend's house wasn't a great feeling, and my entire hands were starting to hurt like hell , I was already tired and  a cold bath would fit my depressed state at best, I made a stop first to her apartment , we are here I said , she turned staring at me obviously trying to say something or maybe I was just the one waiting to hear something , she looked at me and for a minute I saw guilt cross her face but she obviously swallowed what ever it is she wanted to say , thanks Mart she said  and left.

               I  got home decided I needed that bath as soon as possible, and I was hungry but also at the same time too tired to whip up something, starring at myself in the bathroom mirror, I felt so  incomplete , the same feeling i had been living with since my mum died , I had grew up with my parents and younger sister In Paris until they died in a car accident, I was 15 and my sister just Eight , it was the worst day of my life I had been so angry that they forget my gift that morning and asked them to get Me a gift else I wouldn't be going back to school and they both drove off that morning to get me the sneakers I wanted and that was when the accident happened, since then I had been so consumed with guilt that I have never celebrated my birthday , I left with my father's uncle to live here in New York with him as I felt I couldn't deal with all the emotions , and I got into college here .              After the cold bath I laid down on my bed staring at the ceiling until my tiredness drowned me to sleep
       I felt hot, all I felt was hot, like as if I was burning, I woke up all soaked and drenched in my heat , my throat was dry to the point I couldn't even cough, I stood up and ran to my fridge riping the bottled water's cup practically drowning my throat In water but wasn't satisfied , I still felt hurt and to this riping scream left my mouth my hands , they hurted  like I had pricked them into a thousand thorns, the tiny scratch left by the earlier thorn was widening and blood was sipping out from it and into the floor , damn I cursed I could cut out my hands now and not regret it, I ran into the bathroom and oned the shower letting the cold water to cascade down my body, my head's were throbbing and hammering , and the next thing I knew I blacked out .
       
                 Waking up  all I could hear was the sound of water and the water from the shower was still spilling on me, oh my God I stood up , putting it off I stagared into my room with the same hammering headache torturing me , I cried waiting for the pain to stop but no, it increased and I swear I could hear my heart beating as if my ear was right next to it, all my senses broadened I could hear cars like they were beeping in my ears, and the wind and almost like I could see it and everything turned slow to me , I looked at my hands as ink markings spreed through it, like webs , my nails turning gold and my back hunching and my bones cracking , the pain intensified as the markings grew to my chest , I was in pain so much in pain I could taste it and I prayed for it to end, I slouched down on the floor and screamed to my heart's content and and the pain in my back increased and next thing I knew I could hear my skin cracking as if something was breaking out , I gritted my teeth as it cracked more and sprouted more and next when I looked at myself in the mirror a I saw was a tree like feather coated in blood with red leaves sprouting from it , colours like fiery embers, it tips as sharp as  blade and next I fainted from the pain.