Flame's memories. sadness.
Chpt.14
Flame also heard the shouting, and she looked through her wall to see Spell, practicing her magic. She was about to leave her room, which she had covered in incents, and see if she could be any assistance, but Tim got to Spell first. Flame could see things that not many people saw, and she could notice things just as well. Tim had a crush on Spell, which didn't surprise Flame. What did surprise her however was that it seemed to be that Spell had a crush on him back. It wasn't that Tim was bad looking, because he was quite the opposite. However, whenever on the subject of love and crushes, Spell didn't seem to want anything to do with it. She seemed uninterested. Spell gazed harder at Spell's face and noticed something else. She seemed that she didn't want to have a crush on him. She was… apprehensive. Spell stopped looking through the wall, and sighed. She then glanced through at Pixie's room. She could only see pixie's back, and she sat cross legged on the floor, with her back pack in front of her. Flame knew that Pixie's back pack was off limits, so she peered through to Blade's room. She was hanging up her pictures on the wall, but she had a look of sadness. Blade sighed and felt rude for a moment. Some times she didn't feel right peeking in on other people's lives. Some days she just wanted to be normal. For the longest time in her youth her abilities would go off at random. She would see through walls, she would see the germs flying around in space, she would see an ant building a nest an entire football field away. It scared her, but to those people… she shuttered at the thought of them.
"What can you see?"
"Umm little green things." Flame would answer.
"They're called Amebas."
"Can they hurt me?" she inquired.
"No. can you look closer?"
"My eyes really hurt. Can I please rest?" she inquired.
"No! Look harder!" Flame strained her eyes, but they had little rest, and they couldn't see any further.
"I can't. my eyes hurt too much." Flame stated, tears starting to streak her cheek. She hated getting yelled at.
"You whiny brat!" Then Flame was carried off, and put into that room. A room filled with darkness. She couldn't see her nose it was so dark, and she couldn't see through the walls. In that room she would cry, and think. She would be put there for punishments. That was a mistake. They gave her time to devise a plan. To escape.
Flame shot out of her thoughts when she heard soft sniffles. She looked through to Spell's room to see that she was crying. She quickly walked over to Spell's room, and knocked on the door.
"Spell. I know you're crying. Can I come in?" she whispered. The door opened, and there stood Spell. Tears streaking her face. "You don't need to explain anything. You know me. I'm here for a shoulder to cry on." Flame grinned a bit. Spell returned the grin, but started crying again, this time into Flame's shoulder, and she hugged her tightly. Flame knew how it was to cry with no one to cry with. It was lonely. At least with Flame there, Spell didn't feel entirely alone.
They! and by they she means the GARBAGE MEN!!!!! no i'm just kidding. Please review.
-Laces