The Vanishing

Chapter 4

The water crashed down on top of us, sending us into the lake.

The water wasn't clear enough to see so I couldn't find Patrick.

I lost my necklace too.

The water around me started to swirl, enveloping me. I screamed underwater, and the water swirled faster.

I felt Patrick break through the water and bring me to the surface. 

We swam to shore. I laid down on the grass.

"I lost my necklace. I had no control, I couldn't stop it." I said.

"We have to find it. Until you can control your powers and conceal your aura on your own, we need that necklace." He said.

"How are we going to find it? Scuba gear? It's probably at the bottom of the lake." In spite of myself, I laughed bitterly.

"No. You're going to call it." He said

Oh, of course. I'm going to call it. Why didn't I think of that? Silly me.

I sighed deeply. "What do I need to do?"

"Picture the necklace in your mind. Picture it coming towards you." He said.

And I did. Then, on a massive wave of water, my necklace rose out of the lake.

The wave came straight for me like a missile coming for its target.

I couldn't move. It's like my feet were glued to the ground by my own spell.

I screamed as the water pounded on me and Patrick dove into me, helping me roll away from the impact.

I coughed up water into the grass beside me, almost choking. 

I breathed raspily for a few minutes. 

If I could get my magic to stop trying to kill me, that would be great.

"Let's go inside, we can put our clothes in the dryer. I'll find some for you to borrow as well." He said, while ringing out his shirt.

"Okay, thank you." I said, digging my necklace out of the grass.

We headed back into the house, through the study. His mum was no longer in the study, and we headed out into the hallway. Patrick opened up a nearby closet, handed me a towel, and grabbed one for himself.

We made our way to the last door in the hallway.

"Is this your room?" I asked as I looked around. He had dark furniture, and grey checkered accents such as his pillow and bedspread. There was very little color in the room at all. Are all boy's rooms this dark and boring? I've only ever been in one other, and I'd rather not talk about it. About him. I walked around, noticing drawings littering the walls and any open desk space. I also noticed a large stack of sketchbooks. Wow, he really wasn't kidding about drawing. I snuck a peek at a few on his desk while he went through his drawers. They were all wolves. Some of them were truly frightening. I can't help but wonder if that's what he looks like as a wolf. If that's how he sees himself.

"Here, this is a really old shirt, so it might fit a little better. There's a bathroom through there you can change in." He handed me a shirt and some gym shorts pointed at the bathroom door.

His bathroom was just like his room, but cleaner. Dark cabinets, dark towels. Dark. Wow. He definitely went through an emo phase. I guess I can't really judge since my closet is mostly black and white.

I peeled off my wet clothes and piled them by the door. I noticed my reflection for the first time. Spots of pink and red on my jaw, ribs, arms and legs which are going to later turn in to bruises. Sighing, I pulled on the gym shorts and tied them as tight as they would go, even though they still drooped. I chuckled at the Black Sabbath shirt that was long enough to be a dress. I towel dried my hair and headed back out with my wet clothes. Patrick was still pulling his shirt over his head and I blushed. He hadn't noticed me.