Hey, everyone. So, I don't know where this is coming from. I need to write, so I'm going to write. I need a new project. I lost all enthusiasm for any of my other stories. I hope you enjoy and I hope I can complete this.
I. Shades
Smoke. Nothing but smoke surrounded me. Blazing flames shot through the dark night sky, making my eyes sting, but a dark smile raise on my face. I knew she was okay. I knew even the flames couldn't harm her, but the thought that I was causing her discomfort made me insanely happy. I wish she would think of me. This is how I would make that happen.
I was surprised that nobody had noticed me. I stood directly in front of her front door, in clear view of any passerby, especially any of the fire fighters trying to put an end to this. Honestly, I doubt they could destroy a magic induced flame.
I inhaled the smoke that wrapped around my body, reveling in the feeling it gave me. Any sane person that saw me right now would think I was a maniac, but I knew they couldn't see me. If I didn't want anyone to see me, they wouldn't. That's what power does for you.
"Miss Jacques? Your mother calls for you." Nicholai peeped his head into my room, lightly knocking on the frame. I would have scolded him for entering, but I had left the door open and it would be ridiculous to get upset over such a tiny offense.
"Tell her I'll be right down." I gave him a swift glance before turning back to my window, gazing out at the trees. At night, those trees became my home and their inhabitants were scarce. No one dare come near me.
The level of intensity my daydreams were becoming was a bit overwhelming. There was something too realistic about the situations. Surely I wasn't mad, was I? I couldn't be.
"I refuse to think that I could have quite possibly lost my mind." I mumbled beneath my breath, turning away from the window and making my way to the kitchen. Although Nicholai hadn't said where she was, it was most likely my mother was down in the kitchen, cooking some kind of odd masterpiece.
"Nicholai said you called for me." I stated, sitting on one of the plush white dining table chairs. Although I was completely sober in everyway, there were parts of my mind drifting off into the dark abyss of thoughts that floated in the back of my mind.
"Have some, Adriette." My mother set a small bowl of bright red cherries before me. She turned back to the counter to continue mixing various herbs and powders. I picked one cherry out of the bowl and plopped it into my mouth, finishing it and sticking the stem in my mouth to do what I've done for ages. Tie the knot.
"Would you quit doing that? It's disgusting and inappropriate." My father walked into the kitchen as I pulled the stem out of my mouth, dropping it onto a saucer. I rolled my eyes and repeated my actions, silently watching my parents interact awkwardly. They had been married for twenty years, now, and they still act as if they hadn't even had their first date, yet.
"Why are you two so awkward around each other? God, Mother, you look like a fucking tomato." I snapped, dropping my fifth stem into the bowl. I grabbed the bowl and dumped the stems into the trash before grabbing my bag and heading for the garage. My parents didn't even have a second to respond to my foul language before I was out the door and unlocking my car.
By the time I reached the high school I currently attended, I already had a headache. Most of the time, when I didn't really feel like going to class, I would ditch but today I felt an odd need to go. Maybe something was going to happen. It's doubtful, but possible.
I made my way through the front doors and to my locker at the back end of the school. It was hell to get to, but it was mostly a private area because nobody had a locker this far back. I had requested the emptiest area of the school for my locker so I could relax and breathe before I had to sit in a stuffy room filled with idiotic juniors.
