Saraphina

Ch. 13 No Turning Back

Saphira;

Anger. Burning rage. No one will look for her. Pepper says she's gone. This isn't how it fucking works! She gave herself up for us, which was stupid. Not her fault she has little to no sense of self-preservation, I guess. She and I have had our differences, don't get me wrong.

She was, no, she is my sister. She is good hearted. She doesn't deserve this. No one does. She'd go after them, but when she is the one who needs saving, no one even gasps? No one thinks about ways to save her.

"She's already gone," I hear over and over like a broken record.

"I'll escape," she had said. Yeah fucking right. Why can't I just go on? I know she's dead. She has to be, but a part of me feels like she can't just be gone. "Guys, don't worry. Trust me. I always come back."

I wanted to scream that she was a liar. She lied about her powers and she lied about coming back. She's a liar. The power wasn't her's and she never came back.

"Saphira," said Doc. "I need to talk to you," he said. "About?" I asked. "A personal matter. Will you follow me to my office?" he asked. Doc is a friend of mine. We've been friends for a while. It wasn't like him to want to talk about a "Personal matter". "Is everything okay?" I asked. "Yes, just c'mon please," he said walking away, expecting me to follow, and I did.

I followed him through the halls where pictures of our dead hang in a sort of creepy memorial. There's a new one. They hung her picture next to Charion's. The place has a few people weeping. I wonder briefly if it's for the lost of a loved one or this damned place.

I stopped to look at the picture of my sister. She was smiling and happy. How long ago was this taken? The blue streaks in her hair were still bright, so I would have to guess about seven to eight weeks ago. Right before Charion's death.

"I'm fine," she would lie. "Don't worry about me," she would say. I found her in the shower, still sobbing in her sleep. She could fool the world, but nothing gets last me. I know her too well. Or I thought I did.

Can I rightfully be mad at her for lying about her powers all these years I've been lying myself?

My power isn't electricity. It's matter. I control all types of matter. I can make lightning because it's plasma. Not too hard to control. I don't know why I let everyone think it's electricity. Maybe because it's easier? Maybe for the hell of it? I honestly don't know.

"How you been?" Doc asked me. "Getting by, I guess. You?" I said. "Barely making it," he said. "Never thought I'd miss your sister," he admitted. "Me neither," i said before I could stop myself. It just accured to me that I miss her.

I hated her, I loved her, now I miss her? What the fuck is this shit? A tear dropped down the floor. "Saphira," said Doc. "Leave me alone," was all I could manage. "It's okay to miss her. I know you weren't exactly close, but-" he stopped at the sound of an angry Calli.

"Shut the fuck up Doc. You don't know anything about their relationship!" he said. "Are you alright?" Calli said, wrapping me in a hug. "What do you want to talk to us about Doc? It'd better be good," Calli said. Doc led us to his office where an anxious boy sat. He looked familiar. But from where.

"Now what is going-" I was cut off. "Alex is alive, for now," said the boy I now remembered. The guy who let us escape.

I looked at his wavey black hair. He had dark skin and green eyes. He'd make a pretty girl. He looked like he'd loose an arm wrestling match against Doc. Doc was tan with sandy blond hair. He had powers of healing, so it wasn't like he was inhumanly strong or something. "Why should we believe you?" Calli said, pushing me back. He pulled out Charion's promise wrist band thing.