Tony's POV:
"You look worn, what happened Aster?"
"Oh, I just had an argument with someone."
"Who?"
"Um..."
"Tell me." I ordered, trying to sound confident even though I was about to collapse, curl into a ball, and start sobbing.
"Your mom..."
"Greek or roman?"
"Does it matter?"
"I guess not." I mulled that over in my mind.
"Why were you talking to her?"
"I wanted answers. It's not fair that this is happening to you. It's all my fault!"
"Aster, it's not." I said, getting dizzy.
"What's wrong? Tony, are you okay." I fell forward.
"It's happening again..." I moaned.
"No! Stop that Tony! STOP!"
"Uhhh..."
I wanted to be a leader. I wanted to be strong. The leader was supposed to be Aster, but both of us knew that the REAL leader was me. I had that take charge attitude. When I talked people listened.
But when this happened... I was reduced to nothing.
Someday, maybe I'd learn to control the visions. Or if not control them at least know when one was about to ambush me. Maybe someday I'd be able to use the visions for my own good, instead of the good of the ruthless person controlling me.
Someday maybe I'd have the answers I so desperately needed.
But until then I was tortured. The pain was so great, reliving something that wasn't any better the second time. Screaming without a sound. Miserable.