Dancing With Fire(TomxOC)

Here It Starts, Here It Ends...

You know, at first I wasnt sure about the boy that was currently carrying my broken, battered body towards the safety of the portal home. I had disliked the guy at first, mostly becase of second hand reasons. He was a desperate, angry, flaming fire hazard most times pining after a girl he could no longer reach. Everyone could see her and Marco had a thing, except the two of them. Atleast, I always saw it that way.

Oh yeah, who I am. I'm the body being carried into the portal, Tom yelling and trying to get my unconscious attention, trying to keep me in reality, in my body.

Keep me alive from the huge mistake I had made prior.

My name is Ifrit Medina. I know I know, kinda weird, right? My mom-Marco's moms' sister- was a bit obssessed with the creepy side of life and when I was born, she couldn't really pick a name. So, she looked for names in an occult book in the jumbles of them she stored in her personal library at home and randomly picked two, one for a boy and one for a girl. When the doctors put me in my mothers arms, I was tame, little Ifrit. I didn't scream or cry which worried them at first but after having my baby physical, they said I was fine-other than I wouldn't open my eyes. But thats something else, for later I suppose.

The pits of a dark, hellish world began to fade away as the warm shift in the portal brought the sweet scent of Mrs. Angie-Marco's mom-'s cooking and the glittery, floral scent of perfume I gave Star that one day. Now she never takes it off, haha.. Anyway. At the sound of the portal closing, I heard one last hiss from within the portal and Tom glared right at it, eyes alight in the fiery glow he got when he was furious. It closed unceremoniously and he put me on the couch and just stared for a moment, lost in not knowing what to do. "Marco, Star is that you? I was just making-Ah! I-ifrit, Tom?! What is wrong with her?!" Mrs. Angie exclaimed, dropping her wooden spoon full of stew and rushing to my side with Tom. She looks at him, confusion, fear, anger in her eyes. A first in some time, i'll say. "What has happened to my sister's baby?! She looks completely torn apart!" She cried, tears spilling from her eyes. While all he could do was stutter and apologize, she already knew he didn't know what happened exactly. "Get in the car, we are taking her to get help." was all she said before they lugged me to the car, strapping me in the back. Tom stayed in the back with me, trying to keep me from moving so much. He kept apologizing but Mrs. Angie was too focused driving like a mad woman towards the nearest hospital. During that whole thing, I was lost in a world of darkness, not knowing if I was alive or if I was in purgatory. I couldn't find any lights or any person to know for sure, but I felt a faint pulsing in my ears and around me. I guess I was alive, if just barely.

The drive was longer than expected due to traffic, until they decided to ditch the car in the middle of the road and carry me. Tom carried me while Mrs. Angie led them towards the pristine, white building. They called doctors, nurses, anyone when I got there and nearly threw me in the face of the receptionist who didn't look like she cared that much-until she saw me, that was. She paged the emergency staff and they took me away, leaving Tom and Mrs. Angie standing there, worried and looking like their hearts were about to break.

--Three Weeks Later--

I was being transferred between operating tables and the room I now called home, at least for my stay here anyway. I was still out cold and no matter what tests they did, I wouldn't wake up. Apparently it wasn't a coma, I just..wasn't ready to wake up yet, they told everyone. Star and Marco visited me every day, Star trying to do small magic tricks, doing my hair for me while I slept, trying to get a reaction out of me. Marco..Marco just stared, sitting in the plush hospital chair. He and I had known each other since we were babies. I always messed with him being a couple months younger than me, but we were like best friends. We didn't have a lot in common, but we worked it out. We wrote letters, he sent me pictures sometimes, and we always talked on the phone. I would make bad jokes and he'd laugh, spilling nacho cheese sauce from his nose when they were utterly terrible and while he was screaming in pain from nacho nose sauce, I would laugh and laugh until I cried. Yeah, we were awesome friends.. Mrs. Angie and Mr. Raph visited not as frequently, worried about my health and always telling the nurse stationed to me to keep me warm and insulated. They meant the best, really. They could just be a bit like, well, a mom and dad sometimes. To the point I wished mine would visit..I don't think they even heard about it. Maybe they wanted to keep it quiet? I dunno. If they didn't, i'm sure Mom would've been here by now, but..she would have taken me away for sure, to get treated elsewhere. I wouldn't be able to come over anymore. I wouldn't be able to see Star, Marco, Mrs. Angie, Mr. Raphael, the kids at school...Tom..