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Part 4
I slowly open my eyes. Blink a few times for them to adjust. It’s dark out, so I’m guessing that I must have slept a few more hours at the least. I carefully roll over to the side and am surprised to find that moving doesn’t hurt. Actually, I feel pretty dandy, rested and refreshed. My headache is gone too.
I tilt my head slightly and am now looking out the window above the bed. There aren’t any curtains and so nothing is blocking my view from the night sky. The clouds are gone too. I can see the stars, and my thoughts automatically go to Max. Has he reached Antar yet? What awaited him there? Is he okay, safe, happy, alive?
I sigh, my annoyance self-directed. Why do I even care? He treated me like shit before he left. He turned his back on me when I needed him most. The one time I could have really used his support, his friendship, he abandoned me.
But I know why I care. Because I still have feelings for him. As angry as I am at him, as much as I hate him at the moment, there’s this part of me that still cares about him. This part that can’t stand the thought of anything bad ever happening to him, no matter how much he would deserve it.
I sigh again, trying to push those thoughts away. But that’s hard, especially at night. When I have nothing else to do, nothing else to occupy my mind with…it’s not easy to keep my thoughts from wandering back to the one subject I really don’t want to think about.
Well, one out of two actually. There’s of course also the fact that my parents are probably worrying themselves sick about me since I only left them a short letter before I disappeared and haven’t even called them. I feel horrible for putting them through this, but I’m afraid of calling them. Afraid that the sound of their voice will be enough to make me abandon my search for Ava and go running home again.
And I know I can’t do that.
I’m scared to death that I will accidentally hurt them, and so I can’t go home. Not before I get my powers under control that is.
I sit up in bed and rub my hands over my face, willing myself to stop thinking about that, before I glance at my watch. It’s one of those that glow in the dark, and so I can actually read what time it is. 3 am. Woah, did I sleep long. If I’d have known that this alien crap is so draining I would have never signed up for it.
Oh wait. I didn’t sign up for it.
Yup, that’s me, back to being sarcastic. Because when you’re sarcastic you’re not vulnerable. You don’t feel the hurt like you do when you’re not all cynical. Because you distance yourself from it. Because you pretend that you don’t care, and a small part of you actually believes it.
I get up and in the first moment I sway a bit, but then I find my balance and make my way over to the door. The moon is shining brightly and so I can actually see where I’m going and don’t run into a million things on my way there. Not that there are so many things to run into. The room is furnitured pretty sparsely, there’s not much in it besides the bed, a nightstand and a chair.
When I reach the door I notice that I’m actually not wearing my own clothes. Which I’m happy about since that would be sort of disgusting. All that dried blood? No thanks. But it better be the girl who undressed me or someone is going to be introduced to the wonderful world of alien powers in the most unpleasant way I can think of.
Next to the door I find a bag with my clothes. They’re washed, but even in the darkness I can still see blood stains covering them. And so I wiggle my nose…uh…wave my hand over them I mean, and they’re all squeaky clean again. Yay me. I’m so good at this. I manage to not blow something up at least one time out of ten.
I open the door, cursing under my breath when it squeaks. I’m trying to sneak out here, waking up the whole house is not part of the plan. I wait and listen to see if I alerted anyone, but everything stays quiet and so I make my way down the hall, tiptoeing as to not make more noise than necessary.
I happen to glance into one of the rooms I pass where the door was left open and I see Annie lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully. I want to continue down the hall, but something is keeping me glued to the place, holding me back. I watch Annie for a long time before walking over to her bed.
There’s a silver handprint gleaming on her chest, right above her heart, and I just stare at it. I can’t help it. It’s been almost two years since I last saw one, and it’s just…so strange seeing it again. I shake that thought off, the memories it drags up again, and try to concentrate on the task at hand.
I know that you need to connect to someone to heal major injuries, but I also know that small things can be healed without that. Tess once healed a cut on Max’s cheek right after Nasedo died, and she didn’t connect with him to do that. I just hope that the damage I want to heal is small enough so that it works while she’s sleeping. Cause tomorrow morning I’ll be gone, and waking her up is definitely not an option.
I place my hand on either side of her face and concentrate. It’s not easy, but the injury isn’t all that bad, just some slight tissue damage. Within a second or two it’s healed and so I turn around and leave her room. I continue creeping down the hall, into something that’s probably the living room and over to the front door. Luckily it isn’t locked and so I open it and slip out to disappear into the night.
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