Embry led me up the staircase but kept turning back with an indescribable look. As we reached the top I was captured by a beautiful painting of a wolf. It was a big black wolf with a Quileute woman standing next to him. I reached out to touch it but then decided not to. The giant next to me, Embry, cleared his throat next to me noisily.
"Right this way," he led me to a small beige colored room. The bed was a queen and covered in a wool blanket, it looked amazing. There was a empty bookshelf in the corner along with a desk. It was simple yet perfect.
I nodded my head to Embry in thanks as I climbed into the bed. It was as soft as a cloud, and I knew a thing or two about clouds. I closed my eyes and was about to drift off again when I remembered Embry was still in the room. I sat up and blinked at him.
"May I ask how it happened?" I could tell he was scared to ask by the way he was shifting on his feet. The guy looked like he could lift a car was scared of me answer.
"It's complicated," I repeated that word again. I hated complicated things, they didn't have to be that way but some people were just too stupid to see that.
"Could you try?" His eyes were smoldering as he sat down at the desk. I sighed and stared out the window, it was raining very lightly.
"Do you believe in…other beings?" I know I didn't word it right but I knew it was the only way I could. He nodded in response and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Well do you believe in powers?" What if he thought I meant power to manipulate people or something, it was far from what I could do. He nodded again and waited patiently as I took a breath to sort out my thoughts.
"Do you believe someone could have a power that could help or destroy you?" I stood up and slowly opened the window. The rain was soothing as Embrys voice.
"What are you getting at?" He whispered quietly staring at my trembling hands.
"It all started when I was five. That's all you need to know right now," I slammed the window shut and walked over to the door. All the horrible memories coming back, I needed him to leave.
"Haze you know I can help," he reached out to touch my shoulder but I jumped back. I didn't want to see his fate, not now, not ever.
"Please just go," I could hear my heart in my ears as he slowly walked out.
"Haze, I'm really sorry," he had no clue what he was saying sorry for. I nodded and shut the door slowly. I went back to the bed and switched on the little lamp. I hated the dark. I closed my eyes and let the memories consume me.
I was five and playing 'Ring around the Rosie' with my best friend at the time, Cara. As we fell down and laughed the sky started getting gray. We ignored it and joined hands again, but this time was different. I saw something I never wish I had.
A from that day Cara was in her house with her older brother, Nick. Nick had decided to light a candle in the kitchen. But he forgot to put water underneath of it and it caught fire. The house burned down and Cara died trying to wake her brother up.
I let my hands fall to my side and Cara started to sing. Tears were swelling up in my eyes as I looked at her. I pushed it out of my mind; I didn't want to believe what just happened. So I didn't, I kept it to myself.
A week later, Cara died in the house fire. I knew something had to be wrong with me so I told my mother. She bit her lip and look at my father. He nodded as a signal.
"Baby, you have your grandmother's curse," she whispered as the tears flowed out of her crystal blue eyes. I tilted my head in confusion.
"You can help mankind," I knew at that moment my life was going to change.
