No. He can't be. He can't do that to me. Can he?
I stand quickly, moving away from my sisters.
All the glass in the room is quivering, ready to shatter.
"I'm gonna.. I just have to... " i bite my lip and run out, fly down the stairs, down to the basement and through the door to our training room.
I slam it shut behind me and collapse against the wall, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.
Didn't he think we'd try to help? Mom can heal, we could save him.
But what if we can't?
He can't die he can't die he won't die I can't....
I jump up, and start pacing around the room. I need to to something I don't know what I can do he's dying and I'm useless.
I turn and rip apart all the training dummies except one.
Have to let stuff out i can't freak out can't freak out.
The padding under my hands starts to turn to glass and I launch it at the remaining dummy, where it shatters and the shards tear it to ribbons.
Why didn't he tell me?
I collapse against the wall, and curl up as tightly as I can.
Did he not think I'd care? That his death might shatter me?
I close my eyes, letting the tears stream down my cheeks. Everything in the room is shaking now, ready to explode or fly into the air or take itself apart. Maybe it all feels like I do.
I have the twin sister I never knew about back, filling the half of me that was empty.
But now the boy I love might die, shattering my heart.
I let out a small whimper and everything in the room explodes.
The weapons that don't fall apart fly into the walls and ceiling, the buckets of water fly across the room, soaking everything until they burst, the weights crash into things, completely crushing them as the light fixtures send glass everywhere.
Send it directly at me.
Strangely enough, in the dark, destroyed room, with blood dripping down my arms, I feel better.
Lily runs out and I look over at the other girls, partially in shock. He's my best friend he can't... why.... I should have known. The leads he's always had, how he'll leave and come back looking like he slammed his head into the wall and got his by a car, I should have known.
I stand and walk out, down the hall to Ginger's room where I try the handel but its locked so I knock on the door.
"Hey, can I come in?"
After what feels like days, but probably isn't more then ten minutes I stand, brushing the glass off myself, and lift up the lights, fixing their wires and the room lights up again, albeit more dimly than before.
The room is a mess, torn up dummy everywhere, blades sticking out of the walls, splinters that used to be staffs covering the floor.
I push the worst of it into one corner and roll back out the training mats, and it almost looks not terrible.
Now. I look down at my arms. Well. This shirt is ruined. I tear it off and grab a big old hoodie, one of Ginger's I think, pulling that on instead.
Okay. I take a breath then shut the lights off and head up the stairs. Mary and Malia are still in our room, talking quietly.
"Where did Josh go?"
The both look up with surprise and Malia motions down the hall.
"Uh, to try and talk with Grim and Ginger, I think."
"Cool. Are either of you hungry? I'm gonna go make sandwiches."
I turn and walk back out and down to the kitchen.
Twenty stress made sandwiches later the others all finally come down the stairs and I send the plates full of food levitating in their direction. "Anyone hungry? I was gonna try ton make pizza, but even with my telekinesis I can't get the dough to spin right. Hey, I could try baking a cake. Anybody else want some? Chocolate is great." I start looking around the pantry.
"Has anyone seen the milk chocolate Hershey's cocoa powder? Oh! Here's the dark chocolate, that one tastes just as good and the icing looks cooler.
Please let this through mods, I hope it was okay.