I woke up in pain, hospital chairs were very uncomfortable to sleep in. 29 days, that’s all I thought. I looked up and saw Camille, she was better. If only I was allowed to use my powers to heal humans. I walked over to her and sat on her bed.
“How you feeling?”
“Much better than yesterday, these pain killers numb my whole body so I feel nothing, but once they wear off its agonizing.”
I looked down at her and smiled, I knew she was strong enough to pull through.
“I’m going to go home and freshen up I’ll be back later, okay?”
She nodded, I waved goodbye to her parents and walked outside. Fuck, I left my car in the school parking lot. I walked to an intersection and stopped a cab and gave him the directions to the school. I paid him and got out. I walked to my car and noticed school was still in session. I was debating on whether I should go or not. I shrugged and headed towards the main entrance, I glanced at my phone; 10:45. Just in time for psychology. As quietly as I could I opened the classroom door and everyone immediately stared at me as if I just murdered someone. I rolled my eyes and sat in the back, my usual seat. Class felt pretty lonely without Camille. I then heard a pssst, noise coming from my left ear; it was Jack.
He whispered, “Everyone heard what happened, how is Camille; is she okay?”
“She’s fine, a bit bruised up but she’ll be okay.”
He nodded and smiled looking relieved. I always knew Jack had a thing for her but he never told her. The bell rang and I went to my locker to get things for my next class and there he was 6 lockers away from mine. And there were my thoughts; as scrambled as scrambled eggs. I quickly looked through my locker for my English book and slammed it shut. I walked away as fast as I could, but there was no point we had class together. I walked in and noticed Ms. Honey was absent, I shrugged and headed to the back of the room. I sat down and he took a seat right next to me, I sighed. Trying to avoid eye contact I decided to take out my phone and text Camille but I felt him staring at me, his glare was intense and very observant. I wanted to confront him and asked what his problem was but I was at lost for words. I slightly looked up and my eyes locked with his… moments later I got a weird vision. My eyes quickly looked away. I was bewildered, this never happened before. I still felt his glare on me, I wanted to look up so bad but afraid that I would get another vision.
I then heard him whisper. “Annabelle.”
The way he said my name made my adrenaline race through my body as if on a roller coaster. It took everything in me to quickly respond with “What.”
“We need to talk,” he said. Talk? Talk? I barely knew him…
“About what?”
“The revolution.”
Does he know, I wanted to ask but was afraid of the answer being yes.
“What revolution?”
“Annabelle, you know exactly what I’m talking about now look at me.”
I was afraid to look up; I didn’t want to experience another vision. He noticed I was refusing and grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my seat. I felt a tingling sensation; if I thought his voice gave me an adrenaline rush … imagine his touch. He pulled me out of class involuntarily.
“Let go of me,” I yelled.
“Not until you listen to me.” He pushed me against the wall but I kept looking down.
“Look at me,” he said sternly.
“I’m afraid,” I whispered.
His grip on my arms loosened and he slightly lifted my chin up. Our eyes locked and another vision, much clearer appeared in my mind. It was the revolution; I saw grams nearly dying and other seers being executed. I quickly looked away and a tear escaped my eye.
“Now you see what I see.”
“Are you a seer?” he nodded.
I was in disbelief; I never met anyone else like me, besides my grams.
“Are there others like you?”
“Yes but my family is not like me, they’re apart of the council.”
“They’re what? Get away from me.”
“No, no listen to me I’m here to help you, I have disobeyed my family by not practicing necromancy. I believe the prophecy should be broken. I don’t want to be like them.”
“How can I know if I can trust you, I bet it was you that put Camille in the hospital?”
“No, it was my father, not me I had no say. You have to believe me.”
My heart felt heavy, and while my mind wanted to punch my heart for believing him; I went with my gut. But doubt still dwelled on me. I got up from the floor.
“We must fight,” I said.
“Do you have a plan?” I shook my head no, but I bet my grams had one.
“Come with me.”
“Where are we going,” he said.
“You’ll see.”
