Okay so I was seriously an emotional wreck. One of those messed up kids that are shifted from place to place wreaking havoc and spreading depression like a disease. I couldn’t look after
myself let alone a human, and could explode at any second. And now I’d discovered a teenage girl, clearly being beaten and I felt like I was meant to save her? Did I miss something? People were
meant to be saved from me; I was the threat not the fricking superhero!
Just to catch you up to speed, Melanie Newgreen, the strange backwards thinking girl who caught my eye and held on tight so it seems, is being abused and mistreated. Also for some reason I
feel it’s my problem, my issue and my duty to do something about it. Because this is not your average girl I know that for sure, though I don’t know her at all.
As we made our way to our next lesson I tried to catch up with Blitz, who was talking to who I now knew was Megan. I had no intention of actually saying anything to my sister it was Melanie
who I needed to talk to. Asher caught me by my arm in that irritating fashion he had fallen into.
“What the heck is wrong with you?” he muttered low and rushed.
“Nothing- why?” I lied easily, the untruth coming smooth and slick. I slowed down to match his pace giving up on getting past him.
“Oh so we’re eager to get to class are we?” he raised an eyebrow. His magnificent eyes laughed sarcastically at me. It was an impatient sarcasm.
“Okay, it’s nothing you need to worry about. If it was I would tell you” I told him in a sincere fashion.
“That would be what many call a lie Ms. Lambert” Asher went on, very antagonising. Why couldn’t he just go away and leave me be? If I killed someone it was my problem not his! I wasn’t even
about to commit murder, I was gonna save a life. Fury burned through my veins intensely and I struggled not to spring and take him down.
“Oh go burn to ashes. And don’t expect me to sweep the floor” I shot.
I strode ahead but refrained with difficulty from going anywhere near Melanie. Blitz looked at me oddly, frowning with confusion. I felt quite...possessive of Melanie. Like I’d silently
claimed her the moment I saw the concealed bruise.
Classes passed and I barely took notice of my surroundings, focusing intently on Melanie and mentally noting down every emotion, reaction and movement. Blitz gave her a pencil at one point in
English, when she realised she had forgotten to bring one. I thought I was going to combust; I had one in my hand ready for her. She met my eyes in French and didn’t look away. I even quickly
looked down but when I looked up again I met the same pair of eyes. It was fascinating but also...alarming. She wasn’t frightened of us, she wasn’t frightened of me. The day ended and I felt her
dread and her complete misery.
“You will explain yourself later. I’ve seen some really strange things” Blitz told me when Asher was out of hearing distance. We were now running home having walked a distance until no one
could see us. Cassie was only a meter or so ahead; Blitz’s private conversations were never as private as most would like, as she was always near. Ezra was as close as he could be without making a
big deal of it. You’d think he was like, a teenager or something the way he was with Blitz. Asher was miles and miles ahead and eventually Ezra had caught up with him which was when my sister had
“You had a vision? But you were talking to that Megan girl” Melanie’s friend.
“No don’t worry it happened when I fetched Cassie, they didn’t see my eyes. And if they had she would have covered for me” she reassured me.
Cassie whipped her snowy head around and smiled at Blitz showing her little teeth.
“I’m going to run ahead” she said.
“Don’t go in front” the predictable reply echoed after her.
“So what did you see?” I asked.
“It was so strange. It wasn’t just one scene but loads of snippets of different scenes all pretty similar. It was like...like a vision collage” she shook her curls, “and the same two people
were in each one”
“Yes you- duh. But there was this girl too. I’m sure her name’s Melanie” she informed me.
If my heart was beating then it would have skipped a beat or stopped completely. What had she seen? What had she heard?
“Whose view point did you see the scenes from?”
“I saw it all from yours actually. Don’t even ask if I’m sure, I always know who it is especially in your case. I hate seeing it from you because of your emotion thing, I’m pretty sure I have
“What happened in the vision Blitz?” I asked nervously. Had I hurt her while trying to help her?
“In one you were just so concerned and I remember you said “you don’t know anything Mel” and she was...worried. She was worried about you. There was a scary one, scary for me anyway-” she
stopped suddenly and looked ahead towards Cassie- a distraction.
“What Blitz? What was scary about it?” I demanded, shaking her.
“You were crying your eyes out and rocking back and forth like you were a little girl again. She was comforting you and you said that...”
“You said “I hurt her Mel, I hurt Blitz. She was in agony, she was screaming” and you were just so...” she whispered trailing off into a breathy little exhale. Her eyes were impossibly large,
larger than usual, “I trust you Nadine I do, and I know you’d never hurt me. It’s just a lot to wrap my head around”
I skidded to a stop and reached forward before I could stop myself. I was angry, so unbearably furious at myself. My hand made a loud thwack against her face and sent her flying into the tree
trunk behind her. I shook in anger, fear and horror.
These are the moments were lashing out is even more painful, when the person I’m angry at is myself. To hit my sister was never a good thing but when she’d done nothing to annoy me...I
couldn’t help it. Leaving her stunned by my blow and cradling her head in agony I ran, but this time in the opposite direction. I didn’t get far.
“Nadine!” Asher roared in my ear. I looked up to his livid expression. I broke down and cried and cried, hot repentant tears that burnt my skin.
Asher was always the one to make me face up to things; he was always so unfeeling and responsible. He sat across from me rigidly waiting for me to speak. His thick black hair was like tyre rubber
and it tangled into his eyes. His eyes were enthralling. They were the lightest grey that they could be described as grey-white like rain clouds. They had dark blue rings that made the grey of
his iris look a tiny bit like there were traces of the palest blue. Colourful eyes, dancing periwinkle reflections fringed with jet black eyelashes. I couldn’t look away from them right now,
their enraged gaze. He hated it when I hit any of them especially Blitz who was kinder than Mother Teresa herself.
“If I were you I wouldn’t go anywhere near Ezra right now” he shook his head.
“I didn’t mean to hit her! Ezra can fight me to the death and spit on my grave for all I care. Stupid lovesick-“
“Stop it! Nadine you whacked her into a trunk, you cracked her skull. Frankly I don’t blame him for being annoyed with you! What the heck did she do to make you hit her so hard?”
“It wasn’t what she did it was what she said”
“And what did she say Nadine? Did she tease you? Insult you? Whatever she said I very much doubt it was enough for you to have the right to-“
“Shut up! Just shut up alright! She told me about a vision okay, and in the vision I did something. Something I was less than looking forward to and I hit her because she was the one
to deliver the news. That’s all. Are you happy now?”
“Happy I finally got it out of you but not thrilled about the answer itself”
“Oh go to Hell” I cursed.
“Fine, meet you there!” his voice called after me as I stomped to Blitz’s bedroom.
Her room was pretty clean and purple and she sat on the lilac flower patterned duvet reading a thick book intently. She looked up upon my entry and her china doll eyes widened. She patted
the bed and I sat down next to her.
“Do you honestly think reading’s gonna help with your head aching?”
“If the world was burning around me and I felt like reading I think you know what I’d do. Same applies here” she smiled.
“I’m sorry” I whispered.
“It’s okay honestly”
“Why do you have to be so nice all the time? It just makes me feel ten times worse about hurting you when you’re so undeserving of it”
“Haha yeah I’m an angel right? Come on you know I’ve had my moments” Well I knew she had a colourful past but none of the details.
“I’m so sorry”
“Do you want me to punch you? I know and I forgive you” Her glossy brown curls bounced with her laughter. Perfect Botticelli curls like a doll. Even her white skin which was so much fairer
than porcelain reminded me of those beautiful dolls with the lacy petticoats and ruffled dresses.
“Was the thing that just happened what I was talking to Melanie about?”
“No it definitely wasn’t. You did something way more severe than just hitting me. And besides you don’t even know the girl so why would you rush to her after that?” she puzzled.
“I don’t know”
“You kept looking at her today”
“She’s...strange” I avoided telling of her bruise, “When I almost attacked that Sophie slag today she was really concerned. She was concerned for me, not Sophie. And she didn’t know why
everyone was staring at us. She’s not afraid of me or any of you. She doesn’t sense the danger”
“Well on the first day the fear doesn’t really register completely. Tomorrow she’ll probably be afraid. Still her concern... her behaviour, that’s all peculiar but nothing to worry about.
I’ll keep an eye on her for you but in the meanwhile forget about it and try not to approach her” she said nonchalantly.
“Maybe if I stay away from her it won’t happen. I won’t hurt you” But Melanie will get hurt. Choose a stranger over my sister?
“You can’t change anything Nadine. You’ll somehow end up friends with her which is a little weird but who knows...maybe it’ll help you out somehow. Anyway we’re only here temporarily then
we’re moving. A few more years and we’ll never come back again and if we do she’ll be dead by then. Forget about her and focus on getting through school”
She might be dead even sooner than that even. That’s exactly why I just can’t stay away.
“Yeah without killing half of it”
“Anyway just don’t worry about anything. For now just stay away from chaos or anything that might anger you. Oh and stay away from Ezra”
“Will do. I don’t want to be forced to hurt the poor guy. I swear if he tries it he is dead”
“I want him in one piece when I next see him okay?”
“Of course!” I rolled my eyes.
“I mean it! He’s not your punching bag and Cassie is with him so if you get in a fight I will know about it”
It was clever of her to leave Cassie with Ezra. He knows how much she means to her and he’ll be way to distracted keeping an eye on her for Blitz to be able to take a swing at me.
“Blitz” I said hesitantly.
“What is it?”
“Um well-” I paused. I wanted to tell her about a lot of things.
I wanted to tell her about Melanie. How I felt like I had to save her and help her. I felt like I was responsible and that it would do me so much good. I felt and reacted differently to
things when I had Melanie around. Her emotions always touched me in the right way.
I wanted to tell her about Cassie. How I barely knew the girl because of her obsessive mothering and fretting. I rarely got a read on her emotions. I didn’t know her at all and she was
meant to be family. I know others don’t have the same advantage as me and can’t rely on reading emotions but she never spoke at all. I worried about how Blitz’s twenty four hour supervision was
going to affect her in later life. Who could put up with an eternity of it?
I wanted to tell her about Ezra. I wanted to tell her that he loved her so much that sometimes I wanted to throw him through the air. That he spends all of his time making sure that he
doesn’t make it noticeable, that I can tell when he’s planning when to follow her so it’s not obvious. I wanted to tell her Ezra was so in love with her that when the time eventually came and she
found out I was petrified how he’d take it if he was rejected.
It made me feel so young. I knew I’d never understand it. He would do anything for her; he’d kill for her, die for her. I knew nothing of what it was like to admire someone so much and to
feel so content when this person simple walked into the room. To feel excitement when you got to spend time with them and to feel utterly depressed when they were sad. Ezra felt all of these
things with Blitz along with so much more. Ezra loved Blitz; he was in love with her.
“Yeah Nadine?” she asked.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it”
“Okay see you”
“Bye” I said half heartedly.
I closed the door behind me and went to go into my bedroom, step over broken CD cases and fix my hair. Before I could do any of that I ran into Ezra who was in my room without permission
(!) and seemed to be waiting for me.
“Ezra I don’t wanna hurt you. I feel like crap about hurting Blitz but just because you love her it doesn’t mean you have a right to try and fight me. You don’t know anything do you?! God
what happens between us is between us okay and she’d say the same! I have a lot of stuff going on at the moment and I don’t need your death on my conscience!” I screeched.
He nimbly and quite sensibly jumped out of the way as I barged past. I picked up a bunch of broken CD covers and threw the plastic shards at him.
“Get. Out. Of. My. Room!” I screeched with each handful I threw. Love makes you do stupid things and I realised Ezra very stupidly had stolen every hair product I owned, knowing he
wouldn't get to fight me.
I promised Blitz I wouldn't kill him and I hadn't. I'd only thrown some pitiful shards of plastic at him.
"Ezra James Elliot you immature childish moron boy, where've you put my hair products!"
I'm very bad at keeping promises.
© Copyright 2016 ShaunaLeigh. All rights reserved.