Our Deathly Love

Vines, Mind Games, and Near Death Fun!

I had to run to get to my next class in time, haphazardly running straight into Rose, who gave me a dirty look before trying to shove past me. I felt bad having run into her, yet at the same time, I knew she had been less kind to me. I knew, though, that I should apologize for my rudeness, because I did not want to have my only semi-agreeable roommate hating me!

"Rose, wait!" I called out to her as I ran forward to grab her arm. As I grabbed her arm, though, I felt a tingling sensation.

My mind seemed to go blank, like a bolt of electricity was running through me. As I opened my mouth to speak, I could not. All I could see was blackness. My heart seemed to explode with panic. I was in the dark, not the hallway. I seemed to have lost control of my limbs. I could not move and could not speak and I was filled with terror. I did not understand what was going on. I knew that something was not right and half of me thought that this was an illusion all on it's own. I was petrified in that brief moment. Then the vision of darkness and of immobility was gone, as I was now back in the hallway, speechless and staring, wide-eyed and helpless. I watched as Rose threw a sorrow-filled look in my direction, that was also mixed with anger.

"You should not have touched me. No one should know what is to come," She said, shaking her head sadly. I felt my face go pale. That was not a fixed vision, that was a prediction. My mind was buzzing with questions. What was going to happen, why was I there in the darkness, who would cause me to be there? But as I asked Rose she only shook her head.

"You only saw a glimpse of what was to come, only a second... I only saw a second as well. I wish I could tell you more, but I am as clueless as you are," She said, shaking her head, her ponytails moving as she did so.

"We must get to class, if we do not hurry we will be late," She said pulling me. I was on edge about her touch, afraid that it would take me back to that darkness, but much to my relief it did not as she touched me. I made a note in my mind not to touch her again. It seemed that Rose knew where we were going. I found it odd, yet did not question how she knew what class we were both going to. As we walked to the back lawn, where our next class was, we talked about things that did not involve dirty looks or snug remarks.

Rose told me about her family. She was the oldest child of two, and strict Mormon. Her father was a Wizard, a famous one that I even knew. Although he was an Oracle, he was known as The Inventor, for he invented some of the most important magical devices known to our world. Her father, Eric Gable, invented many famous magical items, one of his best known was Vampire sunscreen that allowed Vampires to come into daylight. He also made popular Magic Mirrors, a brand of Summoning Candles, a Color Contact that could hide unusual eye color as well as a body spray for oddly colored magics to be able to blend in better, not to mention MerPolish, a type of scale polish for Mermaids. He was epic in our time, like the Human Bill Gates. Except, from what Rose said, he was cooler.

I will admit, as Rose rambled on, I envied her for such a strong family and father role in her life. Her father was close to her, and famous to boot! Mine was just dead. Although I felt envious of her, I now knew some of what she could do, and added it to the puzzle that was the school's students. It was weird to think of her in such a manner, but I had a feeling if I ever wanted to understand anyone I would need to look at it this way.

My thoughts diminished as we headed outside into the blinding afternoon light, and then onto the back lawn.

I could see about fifty people standing around. Everyone in my house was here at least, and a few others I had met today, along with many new faces that fascinated and scared me. I felt out of place, as I stood there alone. Rose had left to go flock towards Vincent and a clinging Mikey. I decided instead of standing out of the crowd and being alone, I would hover on the brink of the conversations and try not to look too pathetic.