Where Sparks Fly

The Scars on our hearts

Adeen’s pale wrist was laced with scars. Fresh gashes pink and irritated stuck out like a sore thumb. My baby Adeen was a cutter. I pulled his much larger body onto all four foot eleven of me. I hope I grow or I’ll spend the rest of my life tilting my head all the way back to see his face. He was in between consciousness and whimpering as I stroked the scars. Everyone had those scars on their hearts but Adeen’s where bleeding out causing such pain he was just trying to make it go away. I knew that until we dealt with Grace I couldn’t be with Adeen because I didn’t want to drag him any further into my mess but I owed it to him to at least tell him I loved him. Well after he was stable enough to remember. He curled up to me his whimpers turning to the soft breathing release of sleep.

I whispered to him in his sleep”Oh my dear baby boy why oh why do you do this to yourself, I wish you would have talked to me.”  a shrill shriek which i know all to well drags me off of my train of thought and i realize that i’m HOLDING Adeen in my arms in the middle of the hall and am suddenly very aware of the large swath of onlookers staring at us and whispering.  

“What the hell did you do to him Calypso!” Grace screeched.

“I didn't do anything! Rai attacked him.” I dead panned.

She growled and stomped down the hall Seth in toe. Seth stopped and looked at me pity gleaming in his eyes. Maybe Seth wasn't all I had pinned him to be. He dropped a paper and I noticed it was a letter for me. Seth obviously was telling me something he didn’t want Grace to know. I smiled down at Adeen. I had a feeling things were gonna get rough but the calm after the storm is the best.

I picked up the letter and read it. I glanced up in surprise at everyone else. It said,

“Dear Calypso,

            I know for a certain fact you hate me, but please read this over to shed some light on the circumstances of my situation. To begin with, I am gay and Grace has been holding this against me since she was rejected by Rai. I have found I’m stuck in her hold and have become something terrible, but until I know I’m safely out of her grasp I can't do anything to fix my wrongs. What I did and probably will do are only to keep Grace from outing me and harming more people than necessary. I am apologizing in advance so you can somewhat grasp part of the reason why I’ve hurt you.

                            Best wishes, Seth Aveir Noveel”

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    After Adeen was loaded onto an ambulance, I mulled over the recent turn of events, it seemed as if maybe Seth was under Graces control in more than his gay thing. It was almost was like he was under mind control a light type magic which was among the few illegal spells. Getting grace arrested sounded easy but I knew it wouldn't be. She probably has people who can make anything she does disappear.

    A loud crash erupted behind me. I looked back to see a sandy blond girl with bi colored eyes who did the school paper. I had an idea.

    “Hey can I help you with that?” I said picking up a few.

    She looked at me and smiled, “Yeah thanks I was having trouble with this stuff.”

“Sure what's your name? I’m Calypso by the way.” I said getting off the ground.

“Kristy.” she replied and we walked to the journalism classroom.

It was huge. I looked at the burgundy walls lined with old papers. This room was heaven. I could literally find eight ways just in this room to catch Grace.

“Wow” I mumbled staring at everything. Why hadn’t I chosen journalism?

“It's not that great if you ask me. We never get any good stories.” She stated flatly.