Excerpt of Ember by Madison Daniel

~Policy Of Truth: Depeche Mode~
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Excerpt of Ember by Madison Daniel
With a long deep breath I turned and took a pair of scissors from Sam's desk. I slowly opened them up, until the plastic handles stuck against the cold metal. I stared at her one last time and realized that this was it, no turning back now. Things would never be the same after this moment. Her eyes followed my hand without breathing and she was obviously scared now. The blades of the scissors were cold against my burning touch and I took another deep breath."Just breathe," I said to myself and quickly sliced open my left palm. I dragged the blade along my wrist and down my forearm."Max..." she gasped."Trust me," I said as I pulled the bloody scissors from my arm and set them back down. The faintest line of smoke danced upward and Sam's face fell white as her blood drained from it. I thought that she might run away in horror but she held her ground. My blood poured from the fresh wound before the steam started to rise from the open slit. As more steam came off my arm the wound began to pull together and a red and white flame glowed along my arm. Her eyes intensified and her body leaned backwards against her bed. The flame grew to the top of my arm and with one final burst, engulfed my hand in a yellow and orange teardrop of fire. It twisted and swayed with the movement of my fingers and I could feel that the wound was totally healed now. I watched her reaction from behind the flame and then let it fade away. The fire disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and I turned my arm toward her to show her that I was okay."Surprise," I said nervously.Sam only looked at me in disbelief. I brushed my hair from my eyes and crossed my arms impatiently. She leaned forward and stood up from her bed, stepping toward me. I took a slight step back."Please don't be scared of me. Sam, I would never hurt you," I swore. She said nothing and reached out for my arm. Her eyes inspected every inch closely. Her fingers felt freezing against my newly healed skin. I found that quite comforting."Does it hurt?" she asked in a whisper."The wound hurts like hell but only for a second. Then there is only the heat." I let a half smile creep from the side of my mouth."Could you do that to me too?" she asked as if she already knew the answer. My hand found her earlobe and I slowly caressed the scar behind it."Yes, I can fix that scar for you." My hand filled with heat again."No," she exclaimed as her hand pulled at mine. I froze with confusion."I think I want to keep it." Her smile returned."Why?" I didn't understand how she could possibly want to keep it."Because every time I see or feel it I will think of our first kiss." She moved her body into mine. "I don't ever want to lose that.""I guess this means you're not too scared of me?" I asked."A little..." Her confidence was back. "But it doesn't change the way I feel for you.""And how is that?" I swallowed and waited for the worst possible answer. Her arms wrapped themselves around me and she buried her head in my chest."I'm falling for you Max." Her words shook my very core but I felt safe at the same time."You are?"
"I can see the real you." She looked up at my scared expression. "The real me?" I choked."I see the boy who hides behind his bangs when he's nervous. The boy who believes that if he's alone he won't be hurt again." She took my wrist in her hand and covered Mia's name with her other hand."And I see the big brother that you will forever be."