She's Mine

Chapter 9

Days past quicker than I could comprehend. The same things every day; wake up, eat, train, eat, sleep. Everything was getting so tedious, but there was nothing else that could take up my time and thought like training. Rowan had no books in his house, for he hated reading.

What did he even do before I moved in?

I just wanted a change in things, I wanted to do something else.

But there was nothing.

Lykos had stopped coming, which I honestly didn't care about. I didn't like his company anyways. He was annoying and boring. He couldn't bite back, whenever I struck.

We were eating, when I finally couldn't take it anymore. I set my fork down with a loud clang that made Rowan look up.

"Rowan let's do something else other than train."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he set down his fork and knife.

"Like?"

Frustration began to boil in me again and so easily. "I don't know! Just something different." I exclaimed.

Rowan thought about it, for what felt like several hours, but he finally spoke.

"How about you try out those wings you have." He said, picking up his utensils and continued eating.

That was a good idea. I could try and learn to fly.

Excitement already began to quicken my heart pace, as I thought about it whilst swiftly devouring my remaining food.

To be so high up, with the wind as my only company. To be able to reach and touch the clouds, perhaps even soar above them.

My knife clanged against an empty plate, the sound bringing me back into reality. I stood up and rushed outside, into the middle of the backyard. I closed my eyes as I tried to summon those large membranous wings.

But nothing.

I tried again, squeezing my eyes shut and clenching my fists together and tried and tried.

But to no avail. No wings appeared.

Sadness and anger clung to me, as my hopes of feeling the clouds through my fingertips and hearing the song of the wind fleeted away, as quickly as sand in a hand.

Why did bad things always have to happen to me?

What did I do to deserve this?

God, how I hated everything right now. I just wanted to –

A scream erupted out of me, as my power rubbed and rubbed at me, as it grew too much for me to bear. Then it exploded out, but not as before. It was as if a bomb and blown, a bomb of fire, light, wind and ice.

I hated my magic. Hated how much was formed in me, always too much for me to bear, tearing away at my sanity when it stayed in me too long. I got angry quicker and that didn't make the matter better either.

I just wanted to be happy for once.

I just wanted to laugh and smile and get rid of those phantom weights on my shoulder.

Tears were streaming down my face, by the time the smoke and steam of the explosion misted away. Tears of frustration and sadness, that I hurriedly wiped away.

I hated crying.

A laugh escaped out of me; dry and humourless. Then another and another, until I was cackling hysterically.

Laughing at myself for being like this. For constantly pitying myself and my life.

I hated myself.

What didn't I hate?

I thought I was in control of myself, but my emotions were still all over the place. The littlest things could trigger explosions from me and tears and cackles like a crazy person.

I was a mess.

Hands were on my shoulders, shaking me. I opened my eyes and realised I had fallen onto my knees, laughing and crying at the same time. Dead centre in a yard of now debris and ash. I had wrecked Rowan's back garden.

My eyes landed on the male in front of me.

Mismatched ones.

Lykos.

I did not want to see him right now, he'd only make my mood worse than it already was.

His eyes were wide and stricken with worry, his hands still gripping my shoulders.

I frown and pushed his hands off me and stood up, my legs wobbling enough that my hand shot out and gripped Lykos's hair, so I could stand and not fall on my ass. His hair was soft and silky, just like a baby's.

I heard him wince slightly.

"Thanks." I mumbled and trudged to the manor.

Rowan was standing by the door, his arms folded and a soft frown on his face, although his eyes gave away his worriedness.

"I'm fine." I said, before he could ask because I knew he would. I didn't want him to ask because it annoyed me when people asked how I was doing, which usually ended with me snapping the answer at them, and I didn't want to snap at Rowan.

He'd already been through enough and now he had to look after me. What I burden I must be.

I went for the cupboard and swiped out some food to devour. Releasing that much power at once, drained me. So, I was tired and hungry.

The two best combinations.

I'm drinking a cup of water, by the time Rowan and Lykos walk back into the house. Their walking cautious, as if the slightest wrong thing might trigger me.

Lykos opened his mouth to speak, but I didn't want to converse into a conversation.

"Careful, I might blow up again if someone speaks," I said and didn't bother to catch their reaction as I set down the empty glass and swept past them two and up the stairs.

I just wanted to sleep now.

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