Powers Unwanted

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

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Vasiliya

Just a few seconds after Brett makes his statement, Rowan's eyes close, and he falls asleep.
   
"Well, I'll see you in the morning, then," Brett says, picking up our trays and leaving.
   
I'm again alone with Rowan. And he's asleep, so that kinda makes me just alone. I figure there's not much else to do, so I lay down on the narrow bed and try to fall asleep. But sleep is long in coming. It's probably the new place, the exciting events, and all the rest. It's amazing to think I've only been in this facility for less than a day. Wow. And it feels like a... much longer time.

I sigh and shift around to get comfortable. I'm not too worried about waking Rowan, as he seems to be pretty well taken care of by those pain meds. I still have some doubts and fears that also keep me from falling asleep, but I do my best to dismiss them. Call me foolhardy, but I don't like to let random worries crowd my thoughts. My method is to simply let it go. I take deep breaths to calm myself, but sleep still doesn't come until a long time later.

In the morning, I wake up to a white wall in front of my face. But my wall is pale green. My brows furrow in confusion, and then all the whole unpleasant happenstance comes crowding back to my mind. All of it. I shut my eyes and reach for the cover to yank over my head. Oh wait, I don't even have a blanket. Just shows how well they treat us here at this "professional facility".

This whole situation is terrible. Absolutely terrible. I'm stuck in what might as well be a mental ward, put here by people who think a physical "ailment," as they insist on calling it, is affecting my mind and making me crazy. They're the crazy ones!

My frustration bubbles over, and I growl to myself. This is in no way fair. Of course, life isn't fair, but does it have to be this bad? I growl again, putting as much ferocity as I can muster into it. I'm mad. Mad at these "professionals" who seem intent on ruining my life. Why don't they mind their own business? Or take care of those who actually need help?

This whole system is dysfunctional. I growl yet again. If I can't take my anger out on anything else, I'll growl about it. Growling kind of helps.

It's just then that I remember I'm not the only one in the room. Rowan's here too. I immediately feel abashed. What if he heard my growling? I probably sounded like a psycho. Oh whatever. He probably doesn't care.

I take in a deep breath and let it out through my nose. Time to face this day. I'll start by declaring myself its arch nemesis. I yawn, stretch, and sit up. I can already tell this day is going to try and get me down, but I also know that I'm not going to let it! Vasiliya Avilov is going to do battle and win! I put on a fierce smile.

Oh wait, Rowan is still in the room.

I glance over to his bed and see him lying there, facing me, a confused and slightly amused look on his handsome face. Yup. He saw the whole thing. Brush it off.

"Good morning, Rowan. How was your night?" I ask cheerfully. 

He shrugs.

"Yeah, me too," I reply. I swing my legs over and onto the floor. This day is looking better already. Now let's see how long it lasts.

Vasiliya - GadSul