She looks wary. “Will it hurt?”
“Only for a minute,” he promises.
She wipes the tears away from her cheeks with her hands. “Okay, let’s do it.”
She stretches her hand to Alex and he carefully makes a small incision in her palm with the tip of the knife. She winces and I glance down at the small scar on my palm. I never knew where it came from and I once made a joke to Alex about it, saying a guy cut me there. He’s known all along what it was from and never said anything.
Alex makes a tiny cut in his palm, then drops the knife to the ground and raises his hand out in front of him. “Okay, put yours up to mine.”
She presses her palms to his with a beaming grin on her lips.
“Forem,” Alex utters. “Now you say it.”
She takes a deep breath. “Forem.”
Alex smiles as he drops his hand to his lap. “There, that’s all it takes.”
“But what does forem mean?” she asks, wiping the blood form her hand with her finger.
“It means—”
“Alex!” Someone yells from above the ground.
The children’s eyes become round and Alex jumps to his feet. “We have to go.” He holds out his hand and helps her to her feet.
“Do you think your dad will be mad at us,” she asks, panicking as they head past me toward the ladder. “For disappearing?”
“I don’t know,” Alex says. “Let’s just hurry up, okay?”
She glances around at the little hideout with a sad look on her face, like she’ll never see the place again, and then she nods. “Okay.”
They climb up the ladder and I follow them. As I step out from the behind the violet bush, I see Stephan waving his finger as he scolds them. I don’t want to see what happens next because I have a feeling I already know. The friendship will get crushed, a soul will be broken, and I’ll forget that it ever happened. I know because I can pretty much feel it coming. It’s heartbreaking to think about and know that this is what will be destroyed. For a second I find myself wishing I could forget it again and go back to unknowing.
I shut my eyes and sink down into the ground, waiting to be yanked away, thinking I’m going back, but suddenly I’m drowning in darkness.
Evil darkness.
Chapter 11
My skin is on fire, raging like a desert storm. The heat claws at my skin, bites at it, gnawing it’s way into my soul as I fly helplessly through the seemingly endless darkness.
The further I go, the hotter I get until I can’t take it anymore. I stretch out my arms, glancing at them, however the darkness is too thick and weighted to see them at all. I open my mouth to shout for help, but my voice is lost in my own head.
I get dragged further into the desolate place and start to give up hope of ever seeing the light of day again. Yet then a light forms around me, lighting up my ghostly pale skin and orbing through the darkness, allowing me to see where I am.
I’m nowhere. Lost in nothingness. Destined to be no one.
As a triangular shape forms on my skin, swirling upward before dipping down in a ray of light, I realize that I could become someone. A strong someone. A powerful someone.
I could become the darkness.
My eyes shoot open and I gasp for air, my skin is covered with sweat. Laylen’s face appears in my line of vision, kneeling to the side of the sofa where I lie flat on my back. He looks horrified, his skin a sickly green.#p#分页标题#e#
“What the hell just happened?” he asks, his blue eyes wide beneath his blond hair.
I start to sit up, scratching my arm, even though there’s no triangular shape on it. “I have no idea.
He puts his hand on my shoulder and pins me down to the sofa. “Don’t sit up until we figure out why you passed out.”
“I didn’t pass out,” I tell him. “I went into a vision... I think, anyway” At least with the first thing I saw. The second one I’m not sure of, but the idea that it could be a vision scares the living daylights out of me.
He leans away, taken aback. “But you weren’t touching a crystal.”
“I know,” I say. “But I think I might be able to go in them without a crystal.”
He gapes at me unfathomably. “Seriously?”
I shrug. “I’m not sure… All I know is that I enter things sometimes, just like I enter a vision, only I don’t have a crystal.”
“Does anyone else know about this?”
“I don’t think so.”
Laylen shakes his head incredulously. “Jesus, one minute you were sitting here and the next thing you fell over.” His lips quirk upward. “Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to catch your dead weight?
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall over.” I swing my legs to the floor, preparing to sit up. “For a second I thought I was just remembering stuff about my childhood, but then, the next thing I knew, I’d entered a vision about my past.” I let out a breath, preparing to tell him what else I saw and to ask him about the triangular symbol. I want to know what it represents and if it’s a Mark.