We both sit on the sofa with his friends.

They are all being so loud.

L O U D

I inhale and exhale deeply.

Ayan is laughing with a bunch of people I don’t know.

Time is moving so slow.

I just want to go home.

S L O W

"You okay?" Ayan mutters and squeezes my knee gently.

I don’t answer. I lean my head against his shoulder. He leans back on the sofa and wraps his arm around me to pull me closer.

It’s so loud.

L

O U

D

"We can go home if you want?"

I shake my head slightly. I don’t want to ruin his time here. "No, it’s fine."

"You sure?"

I nod.

H

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V

Y

I want to shut my eyes but I know if I do I’ll probably fall asleep or just never want to get off this sofa.

I slouch. I get comfortable. I do not care. I cannot bring myself to care.

H E A

V

Y

It’s moments like this where I didn’t feel like I existed. Not dead—just non-existent.

DIE

D I E

I

E

"I’m.." I pause. I know what I was about to say but I don’t. "I’m going to.." D I E Ayan looks at me patiently. Awh. He’s so cute. I want to cry. "I’m going to go to the kitchen," I finally say. "Get something to drink," I stand up. "With sugar."

"Okay," he nods understandingly as he keeps a hold of my hand. "You want me to come with you?"

I shake my head. "No, I’m fine." I walk away — more like stumble.

I look around the kitchen. There’s not as much people in here compared to the living room but there’s still a lot.

I try to see anyone that’s not having an alcoholic drink but having a fizzy drink. There’s a couple of people that do so I’ll assume we can just grab drinks from the fridge.

I open the fridge. I look for Lucozade. I personally don’t even like the drink but my mum forces me to have it because it’ll help with my sugar levels apparently. I don’t really see a difference but anything to help right now.

I sit down at the dining table and try open the drink. Disclaimer:I’m failing miserably and you’ll probably get embarrassed for me.

"You need help with that?" That damn annoying voice.

Before I can even look up, Davina grabs it off of me and opens it.

I look up at her and the two girls behind her. Lilly and the other blonde girl I think is called Lola. "It’s honestly fine, Davina-"

She waterweaves the liquid out of the bottle and holds the orange drink over my head. I consider water weaving it away but that’s just so much… effort.

Davina releases it over my head.

I gasp.

I think I may just cry.

The fizzy drink bubbles on my brown skin. Drops fall off of my hair and down my arms.

I’m already feeling very overstimulated by this party alone and now the host has just humiliated me.

I’m not embarrassed because people are laughing at me. I’m embarrassed because they just pity me even more now.

"Hey!" Nafiza suddenly appears and grabs Davina by her hair and drags her.

She screams. Loud.

I gasp again.

The people around us are chanting for them to continue fighting. I feel like I’m in secondary except I’m the cause of the fight this time.

"So do you think you are-"

"Nafiza!" Ayan calls out before he notices me sat on the chair completely soaked.

Flames crackle in Nafiza’s hand which is close to Davina’s dirty blonde hair. Davina struggles and screams but it’s no use.

One thing everyone who knows my best friend knows, don’t mess with her or the people she loves. She will get revenge.

"Nafiza-!" Kian grabs Nafiza who reluctantly lets go of Davina.

The flames die out.

"Don’t FUCKING touch my best friend like that again," she pants.

They both start arguing but I can’t hear them anymore. Or can I? I can’t tell. It’s kind of distant—the voices I mean.

D

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T

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T

Ayan kneels down in front of me. Oh look. It’s Ayan. "Noor? Noor-"

I sigh softly internally. He cares about me. He doesn’t care that i’m soaking wet. _Awww_

"She okay?" I hear Nafiza asks.

"I think she’s having an absence seizure."

Oh no. Well that would explain why I’m experiencing cuteness aggression — I’m feeling woozy and my brain isn’t working properly. I also can’t bring myself to speak. Nothing is moving. Not a limb or muscle.

U N M O V I N G

D Y I N G

I snap out of it.

"Oh, Noor," he lets out a small sigh of relief. "You there?"

"Mhm," I nod.

Oh wait no- gone again.

Ayan catches me before I fall off the chair.

Someone wipes me down in attempt to dry me a bit.

"Her mum is going to never let her out again," Nafiza says. "And she’ll kill you."

She’s right. My mum would never let me go to another party again out of pure fear I’ll get embarrassed again. She can’t find out about this. She’ll just go to the uni and complain about how Davina’s bullying me.

Yes. That is exactly what she will do.

Someone scoffs. "She is totally faking it for attention." Yep. That’s Davina.

Her words echo in my mind.

F A K E R

A T T E N T I O N S E E K E R

I wake up. Nafiza and Davina are getting into a heated argument again. Ayan is watching. I think he knows it’s best to let Nafiza do her thing. People are recording. They probably got me in the video too.

Zihad walks over to one of the guys and snatches his phone off of him and deletes the video.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" The guy’s face goes red.

"You take a video of my friends like that again," Zihad steps forward and points at his chest with the black Samsung, "I’ll burn your phone," he threatens. His hands ball up in to fists. I watch it come aflame, the red fire engulfing his fist, a sign that he’s not bluffing — and you can tell.

He looks around with a glare and everyone immediately starts deleting their videos.

Zihad’s an idiot sometimes but he can be really scary when he wants to.

Ayan turns back to me. "Hey.." he bends down. "I think we better get you home, yeah?"

**_This is an extract from my WIP. I added the powers which are from my fantasy series’ universe for the sake of this prompt._**💗