I place the blame on Nexan, as always. My room is a wreck. The bed is stripped of its sheets, and I think the shreds of fabric are whats left of them. Shards of a smash mirror glitter on the floor. I pick up a piece within reach and stare into it. My eyes are black, fully black. I curse fluently under my breath.
I don't even bother with the door. I know its bolted shut. I can't even stand. I simply continue to sit where I am.
Okay Max, deep breaths, I tell myself. You're gonna be fine. Nexan promised that much.
I draw in slow, gulping breaths and force my heat-rate to slow. My entire body wants to do otherwise. It's coursing with newly awakened power. There's darkness flickering around my fingers. No amount of concentration makes it go away.
Suddenly, I don't think deep breaths are going to solve this. Something happened. Something opposite of what was intended.
No comments:
Post a Comment