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I felt the comforter shift as Quinn moved in her sleep. Once we had made it back to her house, Quinn insisted that we binge watch TV shows and eat junk food. I had contemplated telling her about what had happened to my hands in the forest, but that didn't really happen, right? Looking to my right I see a digital clock. The numbers light up saying 01:46 am. I've been restless all night. Pulling the covers of my body I grab my phone and tiptoe to the door, careful not to wake Quinn up.
The hallway is pitch black, but somehow I can see clearly enough to make my way to the bathroom. When I turn the light on it stings my eyes for a moment and then I get use to it. In the mirror I see my reflection, long blonde hair that is slightly wavy and bright green eyes. Most people think that Quinn and I are sisters, but I am taller and we have different eye colour. Then again, we practically are sisters.
I look down at my hands, still worried about what may or may not have happened. Everything seems normal, but then something catches my eye. On the side of my right hand, below my little finger there is a mark. It is a circle with three lines across the middle. I bring my other hand up and begin to wipe the mark, but it doesn't go away. What the hell? This must be a dream because I never got a tattoo. I put my hand under hot water and used soap to try and rub the mark again. It's still there.
After five minutes of trying to get rid of it, I finally give up. I reach for my phone which was sitting on the wash basket and head back to the room quietly. The door lets out an angry groan as I close it.
"Britt? What are you doing up?" Tiredness drips from Quinn's voice as she sits up against the headboard.
"I was just using the bathroom, sorry for waking you." I look down at my hand in hope that Quinn wouldn't see what's on it. I walk over to the bed and sit facing her.
"Its fine," she replies before looking down at my phone, "what happened to your phone?" My eyes shoot down to my phone and scan the cover. It looked as if my fingers had melted into it. Does that mean that the thing that happened in the forest actually happened? There was a crack in the corner from when I dropped it.
"I dropped it when I was talking to you on the phone." I couldn't tell Quinn about what may have happened to my hands, not yet anyway. She looked at me as if she was considering my answer and then shrugged.
"Guess who I saw at the mall today," I let out a noise between a groan and laugh already knowing who it was. Jessica. "She came up to me with her God squad and told me I'm going to Hell for 'you know what'."
I couldn't help but let the laughter shake my body. A few weeks ago Jessica slept over at my house with Jamie and Quinn and I thought it would be an appropriate time to get revenge for starting up a rumour that Quinn was sleeping with Mr Rivers, our technology teacher. I could see why she made up that rumour because Mr Rivers was our favourite teacher and we could tell him anything. So, after careful consideration, we decided the hand in hot water was the best one to go for. It was only fitting that we took photos after she had wet herself. "What did you say back to her?" I asked through my laughter.
"I took out my phone and showed her the pictures." A strand of blonde hair fell over Quinn's face and she continued, "You should have seen her face, it was priceless!" I had to cover my mouth with my hand to suppress the sound and not wake up Quinn's parents. As soon as I lifted my hand her chuckles stop. "No you didn't." A gasp left her mouth as she grabbed my arm. "You did not get a tattoo." Oh shit. I should have been more careful.
"It's not what you think-" Quinn's eyes shot up to mine and she looked hurt.
"Britt you promised we would get one together! How did you even get it, you're only sixteen?" I thought about it, should I just tell her?
"I um used Jamie's ID..." I quickly added on "sorry." She ran her finger around the mark as if it would burn her when she touched it. Who knew, it might. It wouldn't be the weirdest thing that happened today.
"Did it hurt?" She questioned and I thought about the pain I went through in the forest.
"Just a bit." I replied. I looked down at my phone and said "I guess I'll have to fix this for the twentieth time." I always fix my own phone when it breaks. Working with circuits and stuff was something I liked to do when I can. There's something about it that just calms me down.
Quinn and I talk for another ten minutes before going back to sleep, but I lie awake for most of the night.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay here again tonight?" Quinn asks as she pulls back from our hug. It was 11am and my dad is probably worried about where I am considering I left yesterday and didn't come back.
"Yeah, I have to face them eventually." I say referring to my family.
"Okay, call me when you fix your phone." After saying quick goodbyes I begin walking back home. Throughout the whole walk I could feel eyes on my, watching my every move. A twig snaps to the left. I spin my body around only to find a small rabbit hopping out of a bush. It stopped when it saw me and wiggled its nose as if it smelt my fear. I am being paranoid. No one is watching me, it's just my imagination.
I walk the rest of the way home in record time. When I walk through the front door my younger brother Daniel walks up to me.
"Where the hell have you been? Dad has been worried sick!" I notice how he doesn't say Mom and dad. He has this look on his face that can only mean one thing.
"Where is she?" Anger begins to boil and spread through my body.
Daniel looks up at me with his blue eyes. Everyone in my family has blue eyes but me. He moves from one foot to the other and sighs.
"Tell me where she is Danny." I squeeze my thumb inside my clenched fist; it's something I always do when I'm angry or about to cry. Just then the door swings open and, to my surprise, a sober mom walks in.
"Brittany! Where have you been?" She sounds almost relived to see me. Almost. I march over to her, my eyes already stinging with the tears that threaten to fall.
"You promised," I try to say but my voice cracks, "You promised that you'd stop, but you didn't. Why are you doing this to our family?" The tears finally run down my cheek and she reaches over to touch my shoulder, but I move away from her.
Suddenly, the pain in my hand starts again. No, this cannot be happening again, not here. My arms begin to shake and when I look down my hands are red.
"Are you alright?" I hear Daniel ask from behind me, but his voice sounds distant, like a bag is covering my ears. I spin on my heal and my vision becomes blurry. I feel like I'm under water. My feet move towards the door as a jolt of pain hits my left arm. A small noise escapes my mouth and I run up the stairs to my room, locking the door.
After stumbling into the bathroom, I try to cool down my hands by putting them under cold water, but they just got hotter and hotter. I rested my back against the wall trying to catch my breath. The pain was getting worse and I was hoping I would black out like last time just so I wouldn't feel the pain. I slid my back down the wall so that I'm sitting. Holding my hands out in front of me, I take deep breaths trying to focus on anything but the pain.
Smoke begins to come out of them like last time. My right hand starts shaking uncontrollably. Just then a flame ignites from my palm and shockingly that hand cools down. I look at the flame. It doesn't look like a flame you would see from a lit candle, it was a bright orange but the centre was an electric blue. It was beautiful. I then realized that I was actually doing this. I was holding fire and it didn't burn me. What the hell?
The pain went away as soon as the fire died down. I had so many questions. How was this happening? Why was it only when I am angry? Do I tell anyone?
Quinn. I will tell her. She'll probably think I'm crazy, but she might be able to help. I hear voices outside my bedroom door and when I open it Jamie and Daniel are standing there.
"What happened to you?" Daniel asks with a concerned tone.
Jamie looks at me with worried eyes. "Mom wants to talk to you." She says almost sounding shy, like she knew it would make me upset. I just laugh and both of their heads snap up looking at me.
"Well, you can go tell her that I'm never talking to her again." I push past them, grab the house phone and lock myself in my bedroom again.
Quinn picks up after the second ring. Her voice sounds worried as she says, "Hello?"
"Hey, it's me. We need to talk."