i know, she knows, that im not fond of asking

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I began to sink into one of my moods. I got this way after something dramatic went on. I protected my self and put up all guards. I was completely blank, emotionless. Like a hermit crab tucked away in a little painted shell. Never wanting to peek outside because whenever it did it got hurt. I said a last goodbye to the tree. And began walking deeper and deeper into the woods. Leaving the world I once knew behind. I had wandered here before, but only in dramatic times. My body was detached from my mind. I felt nothing. I no longer felt the soothing earth between my toes, the dotting breeze, or even the tint of the sun reaching its peak in the sky. I happened across a small pound. Without thinking I waded into the water. My school clothes gained what would have felt like a thousand pounds but still I felt nothing. My feet glided across the mossy pond floor. I submerged into the deep. Finally I could focus. It truly is a different world under water. One with no distractions just silence. With the exception of the now and then swoosh of moving water. I quickly realized I needed to breathe so I focused on a near by carp. I watched it skim across the water. I watched it breath and sway in the weak current. There was a slight pinch in the side of my neck Then I was able to breath. I crossed my legs on the mud floor, and ran my fingers threw the moss as if it was a homey carpet. I was truly relaxed. Almost institaaionasly my relaxation was broken. Something big had just lept into the water towards me. And it was swimming fast. My head turned on a swivel. I backed away slowly. A tan blur was swimming towards me which I could only identify as human. It began to try to pull me to the surface. I fought it but it had surprising strength and I wasn't used to have to fight against someone pulling me out of the water, I was only taught how to get away from someone trying to drown me. Next thing I know I was slammed hard to the ground. I gasped. I could no longer breathe on land. My hands ripped at my neck. I felt gills. I screeched out in pain. It felt like my organs were being ripped out of me. My vision blurred. I began putting all my effort into remembering what it was like to breathe on land. I focused hard on that feeling. I took a sharp painful breath. And slowly began to recover. The gills I had formed collapsed on them selves and had disappeared. I was suddenly aware of my suurondings.
I heard whimpering. I shot up like a bullet. I searched the vicinity.
" hello" I called out into the wilderness. The whimpering continued. I looked behind me. There huddled up in a ball, rocking back and forth, His eyes were buried in his arms, was Wen. I reached forward slowly. His head shot up. And he jumped back.
" what are you!" He demanded. He looked like a scared cornered animal. Ready to bite, but only out of fear.
His face was scratched and bleeding. His arms were covered in bruises. His legs were coated with mud and moss.
" did I " I stuttered.
" I saw what happened at school the other day. And I saw the videos from today. When Cassy called to say you ran off, I came here looking for you. When I found you I thought you were attempting suicide. So I jumped into save you....but then, I saw what you could do." His blonde hair was soaked and it partially covered his eyes now. His question hung in the air.
" why would you risk your life for me? That's stupid." I said bluntly.
" because you did for me!" wen said angrily. Practically yelling voice craking." And you didn't answer my question! What are you?"
I sighed " at least let me heal you first." Without another word. I reached my hand forward once again. He flinched as my finger tips touched his face. His cuts sealed themselves. His bruises faded. His hair dried up and regained its sunny glow. The cornors of my lips turned upward. I handed him his glasses, which sat a few feet from him. I dried my hair, lengthened my eye lashes, and blushed my cheeks(all within a matter of seconds using my powers).
When he put his glasses back on, he looked at me with curiosity.
" what " I said, as I rang out what liquid remains in my hair. I couldn't help but smile.
" I just...forgot how... I'm mean... What you look like."

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