What's Wrong With Me...?!

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Cleo's POV

Later that night, I woke up, and wanted to be shwiney again, so I got up, and sat on the floor. While walking over there, I noticed Riza out on the balcony, letting her hair freely blow in the breeze, playing with a small ball of fire. She looked sad, and depressed, but at the same time, like she had her mind full of unanswered thoughts, questions, and people.

I turned to see The stripper, standing behind me, and I said in a low tone, "Oooohhh strippers in trouble!"

"Shh," He said, leaning down to cover my mouth, "I'm not here because of that, I just," He sighs, removing his hand from my mouth, "I just wanted to see Riza, that's all"

"Cleo knew that!" I say, looking at him. Making my shwiney things I spread out in a circle around me glow.

"You're not mad...?"

"Cleo doesn't care, as long as Cleo keeps her shwiney things!"

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Riza's POV

I sat on the handrail, looking out at the moon, and the ocean. It was dark, leaving a marvelous view, with a fabulous look to it. The crisp air, and the salty breeze helped too.

I looked down at my hands, thinking about all of this. I was this Theresa that was so important, and was more powerful than the others. I was this girl, who was supposed to stop all of this, I was the person who should know about all this power stuff, and what it's about. I should know about this. I should be the most powerful person, on the earth, almost like god.

Yet, I killed someone, and had no idea what the hell I was supposed to do about all of this.

I looked at my hands again, and they were covered in a thick red liquid. It wasn't dripping, it was just covering my hands. I shrieked, trying to wipe it off, but it wouldn't come off. It was gooey, and thick, and smelled of...

Blood.

it was blood.

I fell backwards, hitting my head on the handrail, falling to the ground, three stories down, shrieking, "What's wrong with me?!" Was this the guilt I had from killing my mother? What was it? My screams filled and echoed throughout my head, and questions of how this happened, and what was going on circled throughout my mind. I thought my heart would beat right out of my chest, as I could hear it beating between my screams.

I heard someone, or something fall to the ground after me, calling out, "RIZA!!!" But it was mainly blocked out of my head. My eyes closed in fear, as I felt myself Begin to burn, uncontrollably. I couldn't feel my body anymore, and I felt cold and empty.

Suddenly, I felt two warm, yet cold pure something's grab me, I would have to assume hands, but I couldn't tell, but when they did, I regained being able to feel that part of my body.

Then, I heard a splash, as if I was near water, and I couldn't breathe for a moment. My eyes opened, and mouth filled with water. Someone threw me in the ocean.

I surfaced, panting like a sick dog, coughing up water, looking at my hands.

The blood was gone.

I looked up at who threw me in the water, to find it was Alagretto, who was soaking wet himself. His messy brown hair, glistened in the moonlight, with water, as his bright blue eyes filled with sympathy.

"Are you okay?" He asked, kneeling down next to my shivering self, holding me close to him fro warmth, for I was only wearing a tank-top, and shorts. He looked at me, as if I was his 'shwiney', like Cleo looks at shwiney objects, Checking to make sure that I was safe, as the others ran out to see what had happened, with Cleo in the lead, yelling, "Cleo sees them, they are over there!"

I remember my head injury, flinging my hand up to my bleeding head, as it fills with blood.

"Riza, are you okay?!" Aly shouts, as she runs through the water to me, followed by Cleo, and the others, before she notices, and shouts, "Riza! What did you do?!"

"I-I don't know" I say, as light surrounds Cleo.

"Shwiney objects, heal Riza!!!" Cleo shouts, as the light comes off of her, to me, surrounding me, and healing my head injury, and making my blood disappear.

I had no clue what just happened, but I now wanted to leave Hawaii, pronto.

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