7 Parts Of A Circle

Life over art- Jessica

A/N: I AM NOT SHIPPING ANYONE IN THIS CHAPTER!!!
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After attempting to catch up with Emelia I decided I'd start making my way home by myself. I get out my phone and plug my slightly wrecked headphones into it. I scroll through my playlist until I find Mumford and Sons. I click play and embrace the music.

I  stroll down a familiar path and smile at a few faces I recognise from certain neighbourhoods. Other than that I'm walking to the beat of the music.
After all dancing is just like walking to music. For a while it's just me and my music. I get lost in the bass and the rhythm and spend the next five minutes lost into a world of dedication to what I love. Well that and of course over-thinking about the next day. Yet after a while my thoughts are interrupted by the sudden feeling my name was being called.

I take out a headphone, stop walking and await for another calling of my name. I hear nothing. I shrug it off and put in my headphone.  I continue strolling on until I hear the sound of upcoming footsteps over my music. I halt again and wait for a moment.

Suddenly, someone nudges me and my satchel full of all my note pads and sketch pads falls onto the floor.

"Hey watch where your..." My voice trails off as I see the familiar face of Cory.

"Sorry I guess that was too rough." He sighs apologetically and kneels down to pick up some loose sheets of paper which will sprawled across the floor.

"It's fine honestly." I lie slightly annoyed at his careless act.

I kneel down myself and collect other sheets. I turn to look at Cory who is staring at some previous sketches I had drawn.

"What are you doing?!" I exclaim furiously.

"I-I-I'm sorry I was just lost in it...they're amazing!" He stutters in shock.

"Don't act so surprised!" I snap rolling my eyes.

"Right...sorry..." His voice trails off.

I put the rest of the sheets back into my satchel and stand up.

Cory looks up at me and I see the same innocent look I'd seen before. Guilt builds up inside of me but before I could argue with it I turn around and storm off.

"JESSICA!" He screams in the distance.
I sense him getting up and running and with every call I feel his presence get nearer.

I grit my teeth and walk on. I put my headphones in my ears to drain out the sound of his innocent voice. I couldn't stand it...id messed up badly.

But before another thought could crawl up I feel someone catch my wrist and drag me back. I turn around and come face to face with Cory once again.

"T-T-The...t-t-the-"

"THE WHAT CORY?!"

"The drawing!!!" He pants

"What about it?" I question

"All seven of you...you're dead!!!" He exclaims.

"That's how I felt...that we had all died inside..." I explain confidently.

"YOU CANT DRAW THINGS LIKE THAT!" He yells angrily.

For a moment my breath is taken away by the seriousness in his voice. What could he mean?

"What why not?" I cry.

"You're a goddess...mental interpretations can come real in some cases.

"SOME...." I remind him

"Yes but still you can't risk it...!"

I sigh. What have I done? Plunged us into doom??? I cup my face with my hands and drag them down my face.

"Is there a way I can change it?" I ask desperately.

"Dispose it...right now... With fire!" He urges whilst pulling a lighter out his pocket.

He slips it into my hands and I stare at it.

I rummage through my bag and grab the picture. For a while I admire it and see how all seven of us are safe within the burnt grass. Just laying peacefully in a deep sleep.

"GO!" Cory demands.

I jump in shock but I run to the nearest trash can and put my painting over it. I light the lighter and let it catch the corner of the paper. I drop it into the bin and watch the bin come up in flames. I see the paining go from a grey and white sketch turn into the furious flames of orange and yellow. I sigh and a tear slips down my cheek as I realise how much danger I could have put us all through.

If I couldn't contain my own emotions then who knows what would happen during the war the following day. No one could control the powers we had. We were definitely powerful as and individual but together who knows what we could do??? Only the following day could show.