Chapter 1: Will and Irma
Will:
It's been years since I have used them. Almost too long, but I can't. The Heart is gone. I know it is. At least my friends are still by my side. My friends. God, I love them. Always making sure I'm alright. We stick together, but over the years we have changed. Every single one of us made crappy discions. Look at me. I made one of the worst.
Will pulls back her long sweat shirt sleeve. She peers at her wrist. Blackish and reddish marks streak across it. Scars. Some tiny new ones seep though the old. Will sighs then pulls her sleeve down.
One of the worst. Can't help it though. It relieves me, but I know I'm hurting myself. What can I do about it? I just wish the Heart was back. Then I wouldn't. But I do it anyway.
"Will Vandom?" a lady at a desk calls.
Here we go again, Will thought.
Will got up out of her seat, pulled her sweat shirt down to cover the tops of her jeans. She walks towards the desk, takes a folder, and heads toward the door to an office. The Consoler's office. She opens the door.
"Hello, Miss Simpson," Will say, dully.
"Do you know why you're here, Will?" ask Miss Simpson, behind her black steel desk.
"Yeah," says Will, blankly.
"Why, sweetie?" Miss Simpson asks again.
"Cause I cut myself. What else is there to say," says Will, sorrow in her voice, as she shuts the door behind her.
Irma:
"Oh Shit! God!" Irma screams. Irma frowns as she sees water spewing out of the bath faucet, over flowing the tub.
"Who left the flippin' water on?" she yelled. Her voices echoed through the apartment.
Of course, no one's home. Who knows where Cornelia is. Taranee, don't know. Hay Lin, don't know. Will is probably at the Consoler, like she always is. I'm always the one who is home.
Irma walks across the bathroom floor, slightly slipping in the water. She turned the faucet to the right. It turned off.
Now, how do I get rid of this water? Irma thought. She smirked. Too bad my powers don't work. I wished they did. Maybe I'll give it a try.
Irma closed her eyes and spread her hands out in front of her. Blue swirls glowed around her hands. The water on the ground began to swirl in circles and slowly began to raise off the ground. Irma opened her eyes and smiled, but it slowly faded as the water slashed to the ground.
Awh shit! Come on! Fine then, you stupid water and my stupid powers. God, I need a beer.
Irma ran through the apartment, which had garbage and clothes everywhere. She reached the tiny fridge and opened it. She pulled out a beer, which was already opened. She gulped it down.
That's better! Ok, I'll let Hay Lin clean that up.
Irma sluggishly walked to her and Will's room. As she waddled her way there, she passed by a mirror. She stopped and stared at her reflection. Her smooth brown hair was in a rats nest and her face was shallow and dark circles were under her eyes. She sighed.
Why can't things be the way they used to be? Why'd I go and become obsessed with alcohol. Being 17 and alcohol do not mix. What happened to the Five Guardians of the Veil?