Chapter 7-Trouble
*Eight*
I cracked my neck, that nauseous feeling taking over my stomach again. I hadn't told anybody. I was too afraid. And did we really need the extra trouble right now?
The scar on my thigh simmered and I winced, pulling up the side of my shorts. It was turning red again, burning like the scars on my calf. I'd hoped that as soon as we'd all gotten together I'd never have to feel it again. It was in vain.
The scar seared again and I dropped to my knees, clutching my thigh. It started from my toes, the heaviness-as if 3 ton rocks were being dropped on every muscle. It ran all the way up to my torso, until I felt like I could barely move.
I clenched my teeth, trying not to scream. It was going to get ugly, very soon. My outbursts had been so frequent that I was surprised no one had picked up on it yet, especially Sam. The heavier I got, the angrier I felt, and I could sense the anger rising in my chest as it did every other time. It was power-hungry, cocky, beyond hateful. It was consuming me from the inside out. I was slipping. Pull it together Marina…
I closed my eyes, trying to picture Katarina, and what she'd do in such a situation. I slowed my breathing, trying to keep whatever composure that still lived in me. I pushed the heaviness away and it gave-sinking back into my thigh and up my leg, until it had faded into the scar once more.
I let my body hit the floor, sweat skimming my forehead. This was getting harder and harder lately. I'd been fighting it for months, able to push it away. But it was getting stronger, and I could feel it. Katarina looked at me from the corner of the room, her figure shimmering.
"Be careful, mija. You are in much trouble." She faded into thin air, like she always did.
