The Fallen

She landed and suddenly her wings vanished. Her iridescent, white, beautiful wings. She came up to him and kissed him. They kissed for what must have felt like years. And then, he smelt smoke. Fire, there was fire. Then suddenly, his body felt so warm, no, this wasn't warm, this was hot. Scorching hot. Burning hot.

His whole body was on fire, literally on fire. He could feel it on every place. Every particle of his skin. But the kiss never broke. If anything, it became more desperate from Winter's part and soon Jacin realized he was, too, becoming desperate. They wanted to never part with each-other, but they both knew they will have to. Nothing could be done now. They had kissed in this lifetime, he'll burn to ashes, Winter will mourn for 18 years and wait, so that he would come back.

When Jacin couldn't take it anymore, he broke the kiss and screamed in pain. He saw Winter's face and saw that her cheeks were damp from tears. She cried and cried and when finally they both knew that Jacin was going, she smiled sadly and said, "Bye, Jacin. I will meet you after 18 years."

Jacin woke up in his bed, eyes wide and his whole body covered in sweat. He was breathing heavily. When his breathing calmed, he noticed that his alarm was ringing. He pressed the button to make it stop and then got up.

This was the day. He would go to his Reform school today. He will have to. What was its name again? Right, Sword and Cross. Well, that's usually where you went when you were 18 years old and hallucinated.

He heard a whoosh and tensed. This was it, the shadows. He turned to see a dark, ink-like smudge on the corner of his room. He looked at it and saw it nearing him. And then, he closed his eyes, willing his brain to make them vanish. He did so until he had developed a head-ache. When he couldn't take it anymore, he opened his eyes and saw that they had vanished. Exhaling a breath, he went to get dressed.

Sword and Cross was the definition of boring. Well, that's probably what happens when the first time your adolescent crush notices and kisses you and then you end up causing a fire you don't even remember how you had caused (and he was sober, alright) and killing your crush.

All he remembers was he was kissing her, he saw the shadows, he pushed her off of him and then the whole place was on fire. The girl had died and he was sent to a Reform School.

It was basically a church before but now was converted into a Reform school for mentally disturbed kids. But, more than anything, he was disturbed by that dream. Her name was ringing in his ears, Winter. He wanted to see her. He needed to see her.

After kissing his parents goodbye, he entered the school. There, he met the P.T. teacher of the school. Randy.

"Dump your hazards in the box." She ordered.

"My hazards?"

"Yes, your hazards. Any illicit things, restricted drugs, sharp objects?"

He was perplexed and then, frowning, said, "No—none. Just my cell and clothes."

"Cell phones will be a hazard, mister. You will be given 15 minutes weekly to use the school's cell phone."

"What—why would you do that?"

"Dump it. Now."

He exhaled a long breath, then checked his phone for any messages, closed his eyes and dumped it. Randy gave him his dorm's key and checked his bag for anything that he was hiding. Unsurprisingly, she found none.

"Thorne!" she called to a guy with brown hair and square jaw who was passing by, "Go take Jacin to his dorm."

"You got it Randy." He replied, "Come on, jailbait." He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him in the direction of his dorm.