Omens (wattys2016)

Twenty-six

"Omera come out!"

Jackson bangs his fists angrily against the door to my room. The same room I have been barricaded in for the last two days, ever since Asher left. The dresser I have pushed in front of the door moves slightly under the weight of Jackson'c powerful blows. I know it will hold though, he never gets to move more than an inch or two before giving up. I take that time to push it back into place.

"Omera, come out and talk to me. Tell me what's going on." I hear him plead. My hand moves to the volume switch on the Ipod dock they managed to smuggle out of the shelter for me, turning it up so the music drowns out his voice.

"If I should die tonight may I first just say I'm sorry? For I, never felt like anybody. I am a man of many hats although I never mastered anything. When I am ten feet tall, I've never felt much smaller. Since the fall, nobody seems to know my name. So don't leave me to sleep all alone. May we stay lost on our way home?"

I know what they are thinking right now. They are thinking I am having a mental breakdown. That I have locked myself in here to freak out and eventually kill myself. Twenty-four hours ago they might have been correct. Ok, so no might. They would have been correct.

After Asher told me what I was, explained what it is that I would eventually be able to do, my first feeling was relief. Not only was I not evil but I was a friggin angel. Then reality set in. I was a friggin angel. Not only was it confirmed that I was a supernatural freak...but a rarely seen supernatural freak.

Apparently this whole electro-thing I could do was just the tip of the iceberg. In just a few weeks I would be eighteen and then my powers would 'unbind' themselves. I would be stronger, faster and pretty much invincible. Demons would be able to sense me but they would not be able to kill me. Or at least it would tell a hell of a lot to kill me.

I spent the first day locked in this room, debating on whether I wanted to die now...or possibly live forever. Most people who take the latter. I obviously am not most people. I stared at the bottle of Tylenol next to my bed, wondering what would happen if I ate the whole bottle. Would I die? Would my locked up powers save me?

After the dark thoughts wore off I realized how stupid I was being. I could wait this out, wait for my powers to unbind and then, if life was still a total shit hole, I could always kill myself. Asher had said I would be able to "heal from almost any injury." Almost being the key word. Almost being the word that stopped me from killing myself that first night.

The second day was purely because I did not feel like dealing with anyone. Dramatic? Yes. Necessary? One hundred percent. I knew the boys had a ton of questions for me and quite frankly I did not care to answer them. So I had decided to barricade myself in my room and shut off the outside world until I figured out how to handle this.

"Come on, come on, with everything falling down around me I'd like to believe in all the possibilities."

I let the music continue to play until I hear the door creak. Jackson has given up. No doubt to return downstairs and formulate a new plan. I turn the music down, smiling slightly to myself.

Omera: 12 Jackson: 0

I give myself a quick pep talk, reminding myself that everything will be fine. There is no reason to stay in this room forever. Eighteen is coming whether I like it or not. My powers are coming.

Oddly enough this helps. My breathing evens and I no longer feel like the walls are closing in on me. A sense of calm washes over me. I can do this.

All heads turn the moment I walk into the room. Well, almost all head. Jackson stares at his phone screen. His lips are turned down in a scowl. I know he noticed me. His shoulders had gone rigid the moment I stepped off the last stair. I knew he had felt it too. The strange feeling I got in my chest whenever he was around, a symptom of the bond that had formed between us.