The Light Side Of The Crystal

2. Powers?

I opened my eyes and all I saw was a bright light. 'Shit, I was dead!' was the first thought that ran through my mind, but then my eyes started to focus on the room around me. I was in the hospital wing of the House. The room was lit by the big windows that were on the wall behind me and that made the room look even more spacious. The other beds that were placed along the long walls, were empty, making me wonder if they ever get used. I turned my head to the other side just to meet the bright green eyes of Chris's, who was sitting on a chair next to the bed. He was reading a book in some strange language that I don't know. He immediately placed the book on the bedside table, when he saw me looking at him and smiled charmingly.

"Hey, sleeping beauty" I looked around. We were the only ones here. Where were the other? What happened? So many questions popped into my head. Do I have powers? I didn't feel any different. A slight pain crept in my head but I didn't pay attention to it. I have so many questions that needed to be answered. My eyes focused on Chris again, who kept smiling but I could see the concern in his eyes.

"What happened?" I asked but my voice came out scratchy and rough. The last thing I remembered was the ritual and that awful pain. I tried to lift my head up, but it felt heavy like it has been glued to the pillow.

"hey hey...don't move," Chris said. I looked at him again and I saw him holding a glass with strange green liquid in it. 'He was going to make me drink that' I thought. And I was right as he made his way to my lips with the glass. I made a squeamish look and pulled away. He let out a laugh."Susan made it and I promise it will make you feel better" he tried to reason with me. But I just didn't trust the color. Nothing that bad looking can possibly taste good. But I knew I couldn't win the battle with Chris so I took a sip from the liquid. The taste was salty and bitter and made me shiver. He pulled the glass away when he made sure I drank a good amount of the liquid. I made a disgusted look on my face letting him know how I felt, but he only laughed at my misery. I immediately felt the heaviness in my head disappearing. Whatever Susan's Powers were, they must have something to do with making people feel better.

"What happened?" I asked him again, this time my voice sounded more normal. I saw that he was looking everywhere but me. Something was wrong and he wouldn't tell me what it was. "Chris...what happened?" I said it more angrily. Finally, his eyes landed on me. He had guilt in them and his lips were turned into a thin line.

"I felt so hopeless, you started screaming, and I couldn't do anything because if I stopped the ritual you would have been in even worse shape." with hurt in his voice, he stopped but his eyes were now watching the window, not me. "I told you everything will be okay, but it wasn't. You fainted twice and then it was over. We brought you here and it has been five days since"

My eyes widened. I was here for five days? "What?" I almost shouted. His eyes finally looked at mine.

"Yeah I am sorry, it has never happened before. But you will talk with Richard about it. When you feel better" the pain in my head started to increase again. It never happened before? How is this even possible? I wasn't the first nor the last one to go through, so why was I the any different? And why didn't I feel my Powers? Do I even have Powers? So many questions ran through my mind again and with the pain that became more and more intense by the minute, things weren't being great. I let out a small gasp and with shaky hands, I touched the side of my head.

"Try to sleep again, maybe that will make you feel better" suggested Chris with his hand on my shoulder. I just managed to nod before I closed my eyes, scared that if I opened them the room will be spinning. I let out a gasp, trying my best not to pass out again.

When I woke up, it was dark in the room. The sun must have set while I was asleep. The chair next to the bed was empty. Chris must have gone doing his own stuff and I didn't blame him. Who would want to watch a sleeping girl? Probably some creep would. I was alone, the pain in my head was slightly returning. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, leaning my back on the headboard of the bed. The room was quiet and only lit by a single lamp that was hanged on the ceiling, which didn't do much of a job, because the room was half into darkness. There were two doors at each end of the big room. The one on the right was big, made out of wood with beautiful woodwork and it looked way too beautiful to be in a hospital. The one on my left was small also made out of wood. Suddenly the same door opened showing the small figure of Susan's. She was wearing a flowery dress and her long blond hair was loose, only small locks were pulled to the side with flowery hairpins. She was holding a cup and mixing the content with a spoon. The metal sound of the spoon hitting the cup and her soft footsteps were the only sounds in the room that can be heard, as she made her way to my bed.