Sorry this too so effing long. I really don't have an excuse.

I don't own Sky High.

The next week I had the worst day of my life. Now you might suspect that I'm being a tad bit overdramatic, but I assure you -on my love of nicotine- that it was truly the worst day of my life thus far.

It started with a phone call from my mother. Nothing good can ever come from talking to her really -she's condescending, over pretentious, annoying, and hypocritical. My mother is the bane of my existence. The thorn in my side. A pain in my ass.

So talking to her while I'm trying to get ready for school is no fun trip -it's pretty much hell. If I say something -that in her mind- is disrespectful or rude I have to expect her to show up at the house -which sucks because then I have to actually clean and spray it with air freshener it so it doesn't reek of nicotine. She'll still find something off about it and will yell at me and threaten to disconnect the cable or something.

Really, it's a whole affair that I don't want to get into.

So, I grit my teeth and bear it; hold my tongue when it wants to lash out and point out just how stupid she is. I feel like I got my intelligence from my father -a man who committed suicide when I was a very small child because of this woman; or at least that's why I'd like to believe he's not around anymore.

When I finally dragged myself on the bus -running late because my mother will not shut up- I collapse into my seat, almost grateful for school - and that's saying something. I haven't had my usual morning smoke, so I'm irritable, and the phone call from mother has left me more than a little annoyed -not a good combination, to say the least.

I should have known that today was going to be a bad day when Peace sat down next to me and gave me the look that he's been giving me the last week -one that I really don't have a name for. He looks almost constipated, and more than a little curious.

My glare should have kept him away, but it didn't because, for some strange reason, Pyro is immune to it. Damn him and his red thermals too.

I still don't know his first name -and it bothers me more than it should.

When I get to Sky High I immediately go for the smoke that I missed that morning, because otherwise I'll never make it through the day.

I wouldn't have, really.

I'm late to first hour and the teacher yells at me and I have to refrain from strangling him to death by pure power of will- call it lack of sociably acceptable behavior if you will.

Then, in Mad Science, a kid misfired his freeze ray and hit me in the ass -quite deliberately I assure you- and I caused him to run screaming from the room in my spark of rage -which really had only lasted a second, and Medulla shouldn't have been that mad.

But, maybe that's my powers controlling me in the madness and insanity that just might overtake me one day.

Whatever.

So, for using my power outside of the gym, I got detention. I really don't think this qualifies as punishment at all -I had a book and my music and a room in which my soul crushing powers don't work. What's not to like?

So, I make myself comfortable and am just getting to my favourite part of my book when someone comes in.

Guess who?

Pyro Peace.

Ugh.

Yeah, are you starting to see where this is going? No? Well, if I would have guessed I would have just launched myself off the school. Seriously.

Thankfully he ignores me and I ignore his until Powers comes in and tells us to go to lunch giving me a look that says 'we'll talk about this later' before I left.

I wish I would have stayed in that nice little room, mostly because I tripped on the frame when a premonition slammed into me and Peace -compelled by some unknown force- caught me by the arm.

Because I had been talking to my mother on the phone this morning I was wearing a t-shirt, too irritated at the time to remember to wear long sleeves.

That means physical contact was made.

There's a reason that I have a thing against physical contact.

My initial premonition fell away and I had just enough time to jerk away from Peace as Powers walked out of the detention room to see the contact break before something far more dangerous swept over me.

The last thing I remember before I lost all consciousness from the real world was the Powers yelling for Peace to go get help and my own screams of tortured pain as I fell to the ground.

Here's the thing about physical contact and people who get premonitions -it's a bad thing. The first contact triggers something about the item or the person that's important and, on most occasions, unpleasant. When touching people, I see their death. Only, I don't only see- no that would be far too simple and easy. No, I experience their death -however long is significant. Their pain is my pain. Their hopelessness is my hopelessness. Their fear -and this is the most prevalent, because it's me, honestly- is my fear.

So as the dim hallway of Sky High faded out of my sight and the pain- blinding, burning, hateful, malicious, and all consuming- started, I expected to witness Peace's death.

Only I wouldn't.

Which was not only disconcerting, mildly confusing, surprising, and uncommon, it was also awful. Because, I still saw someone die.

Someone I never expected to see die.

Me.

Yeah, not the most pleasant thing in the world, seeing your own death.

It started with fire -which I found discouraging, but perhaps I'm being a bit biased. It was Peace who triggered the vision -so fire must be an obvious staple, but I digress.

Buildings were on fire and people were screaming -because, well, people panic and people scream. They were running around and away from the towering flames and I was headed into a building that I didn't recognize -it was an out of body experience, watching myself, but feeling my pain. I was bleeding, but I couldn't tell from where, just that I was stained with it -obviously not someone else's giving the amount that it hurt. I was burning. The city was burning. The world was burning.

Ashes danced in the air like dust motes as I tore across the building, searching.

Smoke filled my lungs and I couldn't breath -but I still sprinted through the building, undeterred by the falling ceilings and breaking stairs and the fact that I was dying.

Fire, burning, pain, pain, fire, burning, looking, searching, smoke, coughing, bleeding, pain, fire, burning, tears.

The last action caught my attention through the pain -that dense and ever present corruption on my actual body and not my vision-body.

What exactly compelled me to enter this building?

I'm honestly surprised I hadn't asked myself this question earlier -mind you the pain did hold most of my attention. But, now, looking back it did seem rather important -after all, this would be my end, and I obviously know it, given the premonition that I am currently experiencing, so what goddamn it, is more important to me than…well, me?

What was I looking for?

Turns out I was to find out on the roof -a brilliant place to be when the building is on fire.

It's almost encouraging that I can still be sarcastic in this much pain.

The structure was shifting under my feet and the flames were scorching my flesh and there he was.

Turns out -not a what. I was looking for a who.

I thought, for just a second that maybe I wasn't going to die after all in this little scenario, because it was Peace.

But, no. I still die. Damn.

He was fighting with someone -I couldn't tell you who, the pain was far too much for me to concentrate as I collapsed on the roof my named yelled on the air; not by myself mind you.

The last part of my vision that I remember before that last and final scream-educing- back-arching-spasming blow of pain and the sweet black void that followed was the roof collapsing from underneath my crumpled form.

Yeah, no way in hell I'm surviving that.

-

I woke up in the nurses office -which is the seemingly logical place for someone who has just gone through what I've been through to be, though personally I believe that a mental hospital would be more appropriate at this given point in time because my head is throbbing and my scalp is aching - no I don't know why- and I just want to not remember this. Like, at all. Please erase this from my memory forever. Now.

The first thing that I'm aware of is that stupid crinkly paper that they put on the beds to keep them clean or whatever. The next thing I'm aware of is my pain. My head aching -which is normal after such encounters; of which there have been a few, unfortunately. My scalp hurts -I suspect hair pulling agony. My lip is split and my body aches from the thrashing pain -nothing unusual.

What is unusual? Peace is sitting in the chair by the counter and cabinets. The nurse? Not present.

Does this seem off to you to? Like a bad slasher film plot?

Yeah, I'm with you on that one.

"Go away, Pyro. I've had enough of you for one day. Thank you very fucking much." I roll over so my back is to him, but this only causes me extreme discomfort for reasons I don't know as I grunt in pain. It's like the whole world is ganging up to kill me through me -a sad and pathetic view that perhaps makes me seem more narcissistic than I truly am, but whatever, my neural synapses aren't working very well right now, thank you very much.

"You're not supposed to move." He explained, as if I was some sort of mentally handicapped person and incapable of figuring this out. Which I had, and acknowledged -via grunt mind you; so you would think Peace of all people would have figured this out, after all, he speaks fluent caveman.

"Fuck you. I told you to go away." I really, really want him to go away because -frankly- no one wants to be near someone that causes -however indirectly- their death; which I'm still trying to forget.

Not succeeding, by the way.

Peace was silent, but he didn't move and soon, his very presence irritated me so much that I rolled off of the table -bed?- and stormed for the door -ignoring the way the world blurred at the edges of my vision and wobbled precariously.

"Hey!" He yelled while I pointedly ignored him and wrenched the door open. I was still gathering my bearings -and admittedly, my dignity- as I stormed down the hallway, limping and wincing all the while.

Peace followed.

The destination you ask?

Power's office.

I'm going to get cuffed -or at least get a restraining order on Peace. Whatever comes first.