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Awaken

     "Is she going to be okay?" Kristen. It's Kristen and she sounds panicked.
         "I honestly don't know.  some people cope and handle this in different ways. It's up to her right now whether she wants to wake up." I knew the voice just not the person's face.
        "So... what you're telling me is that she can hear everything we are saying right now?"
     "I know she can". Again that voice.
    "Is that so.... Amara Ramayana Amethyst Wilson, if you don't wake up in the next five seconds I am never making you blueberry pancakes ever again! And I'm not buying the nasty pickles you like so much!"
     With that I crack  my eyes open to an irritated Kristen and the beautiful boy I saw in the glass room.
        "Okay I'm up and don't make promises that you know you can't keep Kris" I croak out still feeling soreness in my throat.A huge grin slowly forms  on her face like she couldn't believe I was still alive. Her hesitation did not last long though because she was on me in less than a minute.
       "How are you feeling Mar? What happened back there all I saw were flashes of light coming out of your hands and i couldn't believe my eyes..... Mar are you even listening to me..... Oh no not again. Earth to Amara...."
        Kristen couldn't have kept my attention if someone glued them to her. Not when he was there.
           "Ooooohhhh okay i see Mar, this is Maximum, Maximum meet Amara".  My cheeks flush realizing that I have been staring at him. I finally got a full  view of him and let me tell you, I'm so happy that I did. He was tall, and from the way his shirt was fitting to his body I could tell he was muscular.  Dark but not too dark almost perfect cotton hair framed his beautiful face. His skin was a smooth clear dark chocolate making his cloudy  black eyes stand out even more.
       I look at Kristen just to find her smirking at me. You know that smirk that your best friend gives you when you like somebody. Yeah that smirk. Irritated I get a hold of myself, and am convinced that I'm just drowsy as an excuse  for fascinating with this boy.
      "Um Kris is it, see I need to talk to Amara for a second." His deep voice shakes as he speaks as if he is nervous, but his face remains expressionless. 
     "It's Kristen to you buddy, and I guess if it's law..." I knew that voice and by the look on her face I knew she was up to something.
As she turned to leave I grab her hand frantically, and whisper "Don't leave me please not again. Kris we don't even know these people, let alone him."
    "Mar, you're overreacting they wouldn't hurt you"
"Then why I'd I wake up in an isolated room with a soundless window. Huh? I don't trust them or him."
   "Um still in the room here" Maximum mummers under his breath oblivious that we could care less.
       "Yeah we know," Kristen replies to his protest barely glancing his way " Mar trust me all he is going to do is ask you like two questions and then we will be free and then you can go back to studying your science law or whatever you Harvard graduates talk about."   
           She grabs my shoulder and her face turns serious. As she walks past Maximum she pats his shoulder, whispers something in his ear that then is off to god knows where.
   "Amara I want to keep this brief because I know the sooner I leave the more comfortable we both will be."
        I knew that, but hearing him say it out loud stung a little more than it should have. "Do I really make you that uncomfortable," laughing at this silly situation, hoping he didn't notice the disappointment on my face. "You can't handle an eighteen year old girl? I don't know why I was so worried."
     I plaster a frown on my face and  stare into his eyes.
    He  Smirks at me as he drags a chair I never noticed right by my bed and sits down with the back of the chair in front of him. I curse to reminding myself that I need to take in my surroundings just in case I need to make a quick escape.   
             "Now Amara no need to be difficult I know you're one tough cookie. Now on with the questions, how are you feeling?"
     I scoffed. I know for a fact that he didn't not call me a damn cookie. 
       "How am I feeling? Are you freaking kidding me! how am I feeling? I don't know, you butter face looking douche, how would you feel?"
      His ears turn red in what it looked like anger. His face stayed calm though. Damn.
    "Name calling is not going to get us anywhere Amara," With a deep breath, he starts again.
        "Okay back on track, it is safe to say that you're feeling well." I put my head down feeling nauseous remembering those painful stairs. All of a sudden my throat gets dry and I can barely speak.  
    " Your magi helped you from what we could gather and is the only reason your still alive..."
"What are you talking about?"
   "You mean you don't know about what is happening to you?"
"No. Should I?"
" How can this be when your so-"
    "I'm so what, maximum, what am I?"  I look up and stare right into his eyes, this time hate didn't fill them. Sadness, exhaustion, anxiousness, weighs me down and all of a sudden it is too much for me to handle and my eyes involuntarily droop, finding sleep enchanting.
     "You think you need to sleep now."
     I agree with him. My body accepts the rest as he lays me back down onto the pillows. The room becomes blurry and the shadows dance across the room. A figure steps out of the darkness like a ghost in the night. My eyes close but I can still feel the warmth that radiates off of maximum. Then I realize why it felt so comforting. It was the warmth that picked me up of the stairs, that deep voice with a slight accent that calmed me. Suddenly I was aware of the situation. I fought my eyes to open as the heat overwhelmed me and burned me to the point where the sweater I hadn't noticed was on my body, was too much. Sweat dripped down my face, arms, and chest as I fought my body to open its eyes.
     A voice that i don't recognize speaks.  "You were right, she is powerful max. She's a fighter, just like her parents."
      I stop fighting out of sheer anger. My parents? What do these people know about my parents. Nothing, I tell myself. They know nothing. And neither do I.