Colour Me Red

Chapter 6

Eventually Zaire pulled me to the bed and sat me down, him sitting next to me and wrapping his arms around me.

"Go to sleep" he cooed, nestling his face into my hair, "you need it."

"M'not tired" I yawned crawling onto his lap and resting my head on his chest. I closed my eyes and ignored the thoughts running through my head. He felt so warm and he smelt like the forest. I was so calm and relaxed and I was on the brink of sleep.

Then I realized I was still naked and only wrapped in a blanket. I practically jumped out of his lap, a red hue staining my cheeks. And my neck. He looked at me with utter confusion then everything seemed to click in his head and he began to blush, getting just about as red as I was.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" He rambled getting up "I wasn't going to try and do anything, I just got caught up in the moment and I completely forgot. I just wanted to make you be comfortable around me and for you to realize how much I like you and-" I put my hand up, holding the blanket tightly around my body with the other.

"Zaire. It's fine." I sighed, a smile playing at my lips "you don't have to worry about it." I didn't know why I felt so composed. I felt this connection with this boy, and I didn't know what to do with it. He smiled at me and it felt like the sun was shining down on me. His whole demeanor had changed and he seemed so much more vulnerable and sad. I found it hard to believe I had only met him two days prior, I also found it hard to believe how attractive he was. Like, he was so good looking I wanted him to just make me his.

Zaire didn't say anything and the silence began to wrap itself around me like a chain. I looked to the side and then down to the ground, withering under his gaze. I wanted to walk away but I suddenly began to feel very self-conscience. My body began to burn and my heart rate picked up. I looked up at Zaire and he looked completely freaked out. His skin was colorless and his eyes were wide. He kept opening and closing his mouth like a fish, and then suddenly he closed his eyes and composed himself. When he was done he looked up at me and very calmly said-

"Colour. You're on fire." I looked down and squeaked, patting at my arm. Fire was crawling up it, hovering centimeters above. It didn't hurt and I couldn't stop it. Soon enough I was frantically trying to put it out but my efforts were futile. The fire continued to travel up my arm and spread across my chest, lighting the blanket.

"Make it stop!" I pleaded looking up at Zaire, tears falling down my cheeks. My panic seemed to make the fire burn brighter and higher. The flames danced around my skin like fairies, the blanket burned away and I was just standing there. The flames began to spread across the floors. "Zaire, please" I whimpered, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"You need to calm down" He whispered walking towards me

"don't come any closer" I breathed, panic lacing my words. I pushed my hands forward, sparks flying.

"Colour. Calm." He whispered once again walking towards me. A sob slid out of my lips, fire climbing up the walls. He kept walking closer and closer, each step filled with uncertainty. "Calm" he repeated reaching through the flames. I heard his skin sizzle and suddenly the flames went out like a candle in the wind.

"Zaire! You idiot!" I scolded taking his hand in my own. He winced as I cradled it. I then noticed skin was covering the wound, "It's healing" I looked up at him with wide eyes. Nothing was making sense. I could turn into a giant dog, I could turn into the human torch and then Zaire could heal himself. "What." I breathed out, trying to find the proper words. When I looked down at his hand it was completely healed. I rubbed it with my thumb and then looked back at Zaire who was smiling with with a smug glint.

"You're not the only one with party tricks."

"What the hell are you?" I said dropping his hand backing up. I mean, I shouldn't be scared but I didn't like not knowing things. I hated being oblivious. He couldn't possibly be any worse than I was, could he?

Zaire looked slightly offended when I dropped his hand but he quickly masked it. I realized that he was almost as good as me at hiding his feelings. He could have easily let it show that he was offended and he could have easily said something, but he didn't bother. He didn't speak his mind and it made me wonder who was cruel enough to make him do that? I could possibly be over thinking his reaction but from my experience, people say nasty things to stop you from doing something and nine out of ten times you never do it again. I looked down at his hand again and took it in my own, bringing it closer to my face. I then dropped it and walked over to Will's bed side table and opened it, I pushed around papers and pencils until I spotted a letter opener. I pulled it out and brought it to my wrist and in one quick swipe I slid it across my skin. I hissed out in pain and suddenly Zaire was right next to me swatting the letter opener out of my hand and grabbing my wrist.

"God Colour, you can't do that!" He whined and then I looked down at my wrist and concentrated. Suddenly my arm began to burn and sparks shot out of the cut, immediately dying down. I smiled slightly when I saw the cut completely healed and looked at Zaire's shocked expression,

"Well, this is new." I sighed and then I looked down and saw I was still naked. I looked up at Zaire and a blush spread across my body. I backed up and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm,- uhm- I'm gonna go take a shower..." I whispered grabbing a towel hanging up on Wills bed frame and wrapping it around me. I then looked at Zaire for a second and frowned, my stare turning into a glare. I lifted up my hand and pointed at him "you saw nothing." And then I was walking out the door and into the bathroom, leaving him standing there trying not to laugh at my pathetic attempt to be intimidating.

I dropped the towel and pressed my hands down on the side of the sink, staring into the bowl.

"What the hell just happened." I mumbled looking up and staring at my reflection. My newly colored hair was screwing with me and the girl in the mirror wasn't who I was used to seeing. My eyes were still too big for my face and they were still the same shade of ivy, my skin was still pale and ghostly, but my inky hair just made me look more dead. I touched my lip and ran my finger over where my piercing used to be, suddenly pissed that it was gone. I smashed my fist against the sink and squeaked when a piece shattered off. "Shit." I looked at the sink and sighed, falling to the floor. I cradled my head in my hands and let out a sob. Everything felt like it was falling in place but at the same time it felt like it was falling apart. I felt so out of control and I didn't know what to do. I destroyed Will's room and I had no doubt in my mind he was going to be pissed. I'm sure the things in there were more than I was worth, which wasn't really all that much. I felt pathetic and weak, but I also felt so strong. I closed my eyes and watched the dots dance on my lids for a minute before pushing myself up and turning on the shower, officially done falling apart for the time being.