{"id":15677,"date":"2014-01-27T23:58:00","date_gmt":"2014-01-27T23:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/01\/27\/losing-control-2\/"},"modified":"2014-01-27T23:58:00","modified_gmt":"2014-01-27T23:58:00","slug":"losing-control-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/01\/27\/losing-control-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Losing Control"},"content":{"rendered":"

thenameislahey<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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She dug her fingers into her skull as if that would somehow block out the emotional babble of a thousand people pouring through her mind. Someone was there, close, too close, there was a shadow between her and the light\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Issac. Issac was speaking, frowning, blue eyes dark; Issac was worried. Breathe<\/em> he said.<\/p>\n

“Can\u2019t.” It was almost a sob. “Hurts.” And that was<\/em>\u00a0a sob. \u201cToo many, too much, make it stop, please make it stop.\u201d She kept her eyes open, kept them on his, because it would hurt less if she just fell into him, right? One person, that had to be easier than the crowd of thousands roaring in a hot-light jumble, overwhelming all her senses.<\/p>\n

But if she just looked at him, just at those eyes, those hands arms shoulders chest heartbeat he was afraid of her\u00a0why was he afraid of her<\/em>\u00a0a ribbon of grey leading back and back and back\u00a0fear and control and helplessness<\/em> what was that in his past\u00a0why was it so cold<\/em>\u2014<\/p>\n

Something sizzled against her skin \u2014 why was she crying? A spark rose lazily off her skin and drifted up between them.\u00a0Summer became aware that her hands were shaking. That her whole body was trembling, great long shudders that jolted her teeth together and wormed pain through every muscle.<\/p>\n

“Please,” she managed, through clenched jaws, “get me out of here.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cTry. Just breathe.<\/em>” He didn\u2019t know what to do. He didn\u2019t want to touch her in case she lashed out. Not because he was afraid of getting hurt but because of all the people around that would see the demonstration of her power.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 It pained him to see her like this, crying, overwhelmed by everything around her. Everyone reacted to it differently. Some needed to be held, others needed to be alone \u2014 though having the ability to control fire was definitely a game changer. He took a deep breath of his own before moving closer, desperately hoping she didn\u2019t expose herself.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u201dCome on, the car is right over there,\u201d he whispered soothingly into her ear as he tried to get her to walk in its direction, his hands grasping hers \u2014 perhaps the warmth of his fingers would be calming.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0They were maybe a five minute drive from the auto shop to the nearest part of the forest. It might not be the best idea because she could start a forest fire but he was out of options and could only hope if she started one, she\u2019d be able to put it out.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

He touched her, took her hands; it increased the sensation of falling down a deep well. She wasn’t sure which was worse — his fear or the half-distinct emotions of the people all around. She could almost feel his pulse.<\/p>\n

A breath. A step. A breath, a step. A breath a step. Breath step.<\/p>\n

Her hand hit the door of the car, and she groped for the handle, almost fell into the seat. The shaking didn’t stop, but the sparks didn’t appear, either, and she knew that was a good thing. She couldn’t completely control the fire yet. It worked, but she couldn’t control it. Better to convulse.<\/p>\n

So she curled herself in the seat as small as possible, trying to lock her bones in place, trying not to shake out of her skin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

thenameislahey: iamthefirechild: She dug her fingers into her skull as if that would somehow block out the emotional babble of a thousand people pouring through her mind. Someone was there, close, too close, there was a shadow between her and the light\u2014 Issac. Issac was speaking, frowning, blue eyes dark; Issac was worried. Breathe he … Continue reading Losing Control<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,1596,575,21],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15677"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15677"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15677\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15677"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15677"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15677"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}