Mystik Realm: Celestinia Academy

Ten: Anger Management and Secrets

Her pale face morphs into a slightly weird but in a way gracefully beautiful head, her hair changes to a silver colour, growing longer so it reaches down her back and her ears grow fur and elongate until they resemble those of a white fox or wolf. Her eyes change to a colour that can only be described as liquid gold, pale porcelain skin stretches over her face. Her teeth grow longer and sharper, so they appear like K9s, or maybe a vampire’s fangs… all in all, she is beautiful and scary at the same time, just looking into her eyes makes my blood run colder than ice.

My face reveals shock as she grows to about 9 inches so that she towers above me, she resembles a wolf so much so that it frightens me. I step back in fear as her eyes flash red in anger and she dominates me in her new form.

I stumble but catch myself, and stand straight, I cautiously step further back, holding my hand out. As if that’s going to stop her if she tries to kill me, but that’s not going to happen right? I bite my lip nervously hard enough to taste my blood as I watch for her to attack.

She sees my fear and falters her eyes widening in realization, she stumbles back in panic almost tripping over herself. She then turns and runs into her room quickly slamming the door shut behind her, I fall back onto the sofa in shock, my mind can’t process what happened for a few seconds.

I sit there in shock for what feels like an hour but in truth is probably only two or so minutes, I stare at the ceiling examining imperfections to keep my mind sane, or what’s left of it sane anyway.

What is she? This same question runs through my head every second of those two or so minutes, there is no logical explanation as to what happened, is magic logical? Finally, I decide to ask her directly.

I stand up shakily, and walk to her door, I pause before bringing my hand up to knock on the door quietly and knock on it three times, although the small sound is sharp against the rich silence around us I don’t really register it through my befuddled brain.

“TJ? Are you okay?” my voice still shows evidence of the shock and fear I felt minutes previous and still feel now.

“Go away!” is her immediate response to my inquiry.

“Come on TJ, talk to me, what happened?” who are you really? I add silently to my list of questions about her, which is growing regularly.

“Go away…” Her voice turns into a low moan, which frightens me since her voice is laced with fear and pain instead of anger or irritation.

“What’s wrong? please, just talk to me…” I trail off not knowing what to say next, we’re not really friends, she has no obligation to tell me anything at all.

“Don’t you understand? I couldn’t tell you even if I wanted too, which I don’t, you wouldn’t understand my circumstances, you’re from mid realm or earth, you couldn’t, wouldn’t even know how to comprehend what I am, what happened to me and my family, the curse. You don't understand our ways,” I stand speechless as her emotions change again to a more calm, aggravated tone.

“Okay, now that’s it, let me in, now,” I say slightly angry because she knows more about me then I’ve told her, which could either mean that she stalks me, which I doubt. Or she could be psychic...that's a possibility considering all the other weird stuff that’s been happening since my birthday.

“Yeah, not happening and by the way, and it’s the latter, I’ve never stalked anybody least of all some nobody who has no significance at all.” her voice makes me literally jump back from the door, and the content makes me gasp.

“Who are you TJ?” I try to say calmly even though my mind is churning with random thoughts and possibilities.

I get only a low moan in response, I get a sense that she is in pain from the low sound, maybe she’s changing back to her usual annoying form?

It is only then that realize I’ve been standing in front of the door to her room and it is unlocked, Jesus I am an i***t. I open the door and go in, her room is still messy but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s on her bed laying on her stomach, the bottom half of her face sitting on the pillow her eyes are looking at me and her head facing her headboard which is an irritating angle to look at people.

At least she has gone back to normal, Slayer is sitting next to her, her tail between her legs, eyes weary but intelligent. She gazes at me with some sort of knowledge I can’t translate into a language that I can understand.

A voice suddenly speaks to me inside my head? ‘Can’t you leave me alone?’ I assume it's TJ.

‘Yep, it's me,’

OMG, you can talk in my head? I think.

Yes, I am psychic, as you thought before. Why I am psychic is something you don’t need to know…’

Can you stop talking inside my head? Or reading it for that matter.

‘I can hear your thoughts in my head because you project them, you want answers, you push them out of your mind, you need to stop doing that, almost anyone with any psychic ability can read them.’

How can I stop?

‘Stop asking for help, stop wanting others to listen to your thoughts,’

“Please, can you just talk out loud?” I ask getting slightly irritated.

“Why is it making you uncomfortable?” she says snobbishly.

“Yes,” I answer honestly and roll my eyes, I’m rather fond of rolling my eyes.

“Well so is you being in my room, please leave.”

“Okay, rude, but fine I’ll leave, I was just trying to help.” Jesus Christ she really does need an attitude fix, and a major one.

“WE HAVE BEEN ABLE TO GET RID OF THE DEMONS ON CAMPUS AND HAVE REINFORCED THE WARDS TO PREVENT ANY MORE ATTACKS IF YOU WERE INJURED PLEASE REPORT TO THE INFIRMARY FOR A CHECKUP TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE NOT IN ANY SORT OF LIFE-THREATENING SITUATIONS.” a voice from the intercom announces loudly.

I look down at myself, the blood is still there but the cuts have self-healed, I could get used to that.

I head to the bathroom and shower, making sure to rid myself of all the dried blood that cakes my skin. I also put my clothes in the trash, none of it is able to be saved. I then flop down on my bed then turn over on my back and stare up at the ceiling, I miss my old room, it was just, me, this room is plain and empty and doesn’t feel like my home.

A loud rumble wakes me from being almost asleep, “Great, now it’s raining,” specs of water come in from my window, one splashes on my forehead and aggravated I get up to close my window and glance at the time, 2:24 am, great… Cold air rushes me as I reach the window, I peer outside trying to see if there’s anything interesting, though it’s useless since It's pitch black.

I make my way back to my bed after having closed the window.

I can see something on my bed, a small dark shape… it’s some sort of creature? It has dark fur and is about the same size as Slayer, TJ’s…. wolf, could this be my animal? It opens a large green eye and looks at me as if saying ‘you goin' back to bed? Cos if not I’ll take the whole thing’.

I walk forward and slip under the covers, “Do you have a name?” I say just before falling asleep. I don't get a reply.

***

I wake up to a cold bed and slowly get up, remembering last night's oddities, well this mornings... I then get up and walk to the window and open the curtains wide letting in the fresh breeze to clear my foggy brain.

A pattering of paws alerts me to… ‘Dark’s’ presence, no that’s not it, I’ll have to think of a good name.

“What should I call you?” I ask it, knowing I’ll get no answer.

The black Jaguar cub looks at me with strange eyes, some message lies within, but I can’t read it.

“Are you a girl or boy? If I know that then it’ll be easier to name you…” I say to myself.

He, (or is it a she?) pads towards me with its wide green eyes staring me down with what can only be described as feigned innocence. It swipes a paw at my leg tripping me over. Then it stands on top of me, in victory? She then, -I can kinda tell she’s female now- licks my face to slimy-stinky land.

“Dish ish oin’ oo ake orever to et deh hmell ov iliver oud ov i koes,” (this is going to take forever to get all of the saliva out of my clothes) I say trying to keep my mouth closed.

Finally, I get her off me and run to the bathroom to save my face… and clothes.

“Ewww…” I say as I look in the mirror.

I try to clean up the mess that is, well, me… just covered in…ew... would you classify this as cat slobber?

I do my makeup and put my hair back in a plait then go back to my room and get dressed, I look at the clock to check the time and I see how early it is… 7 am seriously?

I get dressed in ripped jeans and a green tank top that has an infinity sign on the back. I put on my watch then head out of my room, (Shadow? no too common) on my heels.

I then head out. Just glimpsing TJ on my way. Thinking I should say ‘see ya later’ I call out to her, “Bye TJ, don’t get angry today,” my only reply is a growl from Slayer.