Unfeeling

Eleven | Broken Dam

Amberley
As Eli lifted my shirt, I couldn't help but flinch away from his eyes. I was so ugly, so broken... Eli was probably disgusted by the scars.

"I'm sorry," Eli says before dragging a finger down my back, his powers leaving a slight burning in its wake. I shiver at the gentle human contact I had lived so long without.

"I know they're hideous," I whisper. As Eli's fingers travel around my back, a slight tingling occurs. His powers were amazing, I wish I could heal, all I could do was inflict suffering.

"I think they show how strong you are. No normal person could have gone through what you did and come out human on the other side," he says, pulling my shirt down.

I turn to him and marvel at just how big he is. He towers over me even now when we sitting together on my bed.

"Evan thinks so to, you know," he starts. That past anger bubbles to the surface once again and I struggle to keep my voice even.

"He has a horrible way of showing it."

Eli smiles and shrugs his shoulders as if he's used to people complaining to him about Evan.

"He's always used his cockiness to block out his feelings. He doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve and he intends to keep it that way."

"Evan is strong... I want to be like him. I want to fight and be able to stand up for myself. I'm tired of being powerless... I want to find who I really am."

Elijah nods and claps his hands together. "Then every night we'll meet at the training room and I'll show you how to fight and be strong."

My eyes widened. Would he really do that for me? "I don't..."

Eli shushes me with a finger to his lips. "Just don't tell Evan because he'll get jealous."

Eli and I's conversation sways from Evan but my mind stays on him. His golden hair and eyes, his moods and games. He intrigued me.

A hour later, I change into my bed shorts and a t-shirt before climbing into my bed. Evan hasn't came back from his shower yet and I have a feeling he went to the training room first. I had noticed he went there a lot. I regret going their by myself... but now that Eli had volunteered to train me, maybe I could learn what Evan loved about it so much.

I couldn't help but wonder who he was exactly and why his eyes seemed so familiar. Maybe he had appeared in my dreams before the last two recent dreams. Maybe a childhood memory?

I made sure I turned my back to his bed. I couldn't stand to look at him. He infuriated me just as much as he infatuated me. Besides, he probably wouldn't want to see my face anyways. I was ugly to him.

The door creaked open and I feigned sleep. His footsteps echoed across the room and I recognized his gaunt. Even Evan's walk screamed cockiness.

He turned off a light and I felt his presence as he laid on the bed besides mine. I could faintly smell his musky body wash. Silence passed for a few minutes before I heard his voice.

"I'm scared of you," he whispered.

I was so shocked I forgot about my pretending to be sleeping and turned around. I could only make out fair hair and eyes in the darkness. He knew I was pretending to sleep. I blushed.

"Scared of me?" I question quietly. "Why?"

"Because you could ruin everything. Your smile, your laugh, your face, your voice, your eyes, they could ruin everything."