Katie stood on the balcony in her room. She looked over her left shoulder, taking a glance at Keith. He's been asleep for about three hours now. She smiled at him.
Katie turned back to face the skyline of Seattle. It was three in the morning and she wasn't the least bit tired. Maybe it was her conscience telling her she wasn't. Or at least, that's what she thought it was.
Ever since she woke up after her procedure, she's been hearing voices. Well, not voices, technically. It was her own voice. It was her own voice telling her that she was the most powerful one in the group. That she didn't need them. She could do great things on her own. The more she ignored it, the more persistent "her" voice became. It made Katie frustrated. Very frustrated. Just thinking about it made her temper rise, which she's been trying very hard to keep under control. She nearly lost it when Rory talked back to her that afternoon.
She had to keep this to herself. She couldn't tell anyone. Not even Keith. They'll think she's going insane.
Maybe she is.
The whole idea of her having some sort of power from some surgery made her head spin. Katie really couldn't see herself being very destructive. She doesn't even know what she's capable of. And that scared her. Just the mere idea of causing some kind of destruction scared her.
But she wouldn't tell Keith that. She would just suck it up, and accept it. 'You can't escape the inevitable,' she thought. Katie hated keeping things from him, but she didn't want to worry him. He always got worried over the smallest things when it came to Katie. Sometimes it was cute, sometimes she wanted to punch him in the throat. But what kind of girlfriend punches their boyfriend in the throat? Not her. Katie rubbed her forehead, and sighed. She felt a headache coming on.
As quietly as she could, she looked around for pain medication. Katie opened a drawer with various first aid supplies inside. She rummaged around the drawer quietly, trying not to wake up Keith. She heard the bed creak, and she froze. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw he only turned on his side. She sighed.
After another minute or so, she found a small bottle of Advil. Quietly walking to the bathroom, she carefully shut the door. Katie picked up a paper cup from the stack on the sink, and filled it halfway with water. She took two pills, and set the bottle next to the stack of paper cups.
Katie blinked, and kept her eyes shut for a second longer. When she opened them, her eyes were the bright, glowing orange that would take many months to get used to.
