Justice
Reverse: Predicts lawlessness, injustice, lack of balance. Wrong decisions and the failures that ensue. Unfavorable decision in a legal matter
It was Monday again before I knew it. I hadn't had to work at the diner over the weekend, but tonight I would. I almost dreaded it more than school this morning. And as I walked to the school I actually almost wished Dylan was beside me, his attention was like my drug, it made me feel high, and without him I was in a crevice.
When I got to the school I decided to wait on the sidewalk rather then on school grounds, I liked a way to escape if needed. I had spent the remainder of my weekend trying to achieve the level of control that Dylan had on his powers, although to no avail. And so now I stood and concentrated on a small rock on the pavement, and tried to get it to levitate even slightly off the ground.
"Rise, come to my hand, levitate." I mumbled idiotically to myself, and when the rock didn't even shiver I kicked it as far as I could away from me. When the bell rang I waited my usual 10 or so minuets before proceeding to class.
I should have stayed home.
When I got to Mrs. Trish's class I felt the glares on me, but I walked to the back of the room to my corner. When I sat down I looked for the spider and saw it had an egg sack on its abdomen. More spiders would soon be filling the class room; I smiled to myself at the havoc that would ensue when people found spiders on books and desks. But then I thought about the life cycle of some spiders. This one would probably die after her young hatched, become their first meal.
One end, a new beginning.
Suddenly I felt a chill of tension in the air, more so then usual. I looked to the desk next to me, and the black and magenta hair made me retch. Her blue eyes were on me, and I thought for sure that she would be attacking me, physically or verbally any minute. But before
she could say anything the class went silent to the sound of a crack, her eyes went wide, and as a few nervous giggles incased the room I felt the chilling flow of blood down from my temple to my cheek, and ending at my lips. The metallic taste frightened me more than the striking pain at my hairline.
I stood, wobbly at first, and left the room, not even looking to see who had abused me this time. I thought it must have been the blonde boy I had seen the previous Friday. I didn't even stop at the nurse, I just left.
I never thought I would go back.
I ran out of the building, and when I got to the sidewalk I felt the gash on my forehead, and I almost vomited. Though I had gotten bloody noses, scratches and bloody lips, this was by far the worst, and would leave a large scar. I put the tips of my fingers into the pool of half coagulated blood, and could feel the smooth bone underneath.
I found a nearby trashcan and threw up.
I walked home in a partial stupor and tried to comprehend the cruelty of humans. When I got to the house I didn't even go inside. I walked around to the back and found myself on the old unkempt swing set gliding back and forth slowly. My back pack lay on the ground next to it, and I wanted to burn it, and anything else that reminded me of that horrible place. I was thinking of calling Mr. Green and asking for the day off, maybe the week.
Maybe forever.
But as I was trying to think of what to say to him a pair of hands grabbed the ropes of the swing and stopped me. I recognized his aura, and leaned back against Dylan's body. His hands slid down the ropes, and encircled me. He leaned down, and kissed the top of my head, and the high from his attention seemed to make everything okay.
Before I had realized what had happened he had lifted me off the swing, holding me bridal style, my backpack over his shoulder. He carried me swiftly and surely into the house. He laid me on the couch, and then moved away. When I saw him turn I grabbed his arm, and for the first time in two years I cried my heart out.
I didn't want to be alone any more.
He turned and was seemingly disgusted with my distress but I didn't care, I just wanted him there.
I needed him.
I must have cried for about an hour, my head throbbed and my eyes ached. Dylan had sat on the couch next to me and as I leaned on him and sobbed he just held me and leaned his head on mine. Several times when I would calm down and listen to his breathing it was so slow and shallow I thought he must be asleep, but I would look up and he would look at me with his mismatched eyes, wide awake.
After I was calmed down I felt myself go limp, and he gave me a quick squeeze and kissed the top of my head. I cuddled closer to him, and even though he didn't exert heat I wouldn't call him cold, just there. As my eyes started to close I felt him tip my chin up with two gentle fingers. I almost resisted, thinking he was going to kiss my lips, but instead his warm moist tongue slid across my cheek, tasting my tears. I twitched at the contact, but as he pulled away to resume his original position I felt myself drift off to sleep.
He stayed until I awoke.
