Vega's POV

"You had to do it, Lena," my dad sighs as he half hugs my mom and plants a kiss on her cheek. 

My mom sniffles and nods. "I know, but that didn't make it any easier." She looks down at the needle in her hand. The last bits of a sedative dripping from the sharp end onto the slippery and slightly ice-covered floor below. 

My dad kisses her one more time before rushing out of the room carrying another bucket full of chunks of ice that he had to pull out of my wall. 

Through blurry vision, I watch as my mom packs the sedative the doctor gave me back into the black bag along with the needle. 

With a sad smile tugging at her lips she tucks my sweat-stained hair behind my ear. "Sorry, sweetie, but this will help you sleep a bit."

She leaves exposing all the holes I stabbed into the wall throughout the night. A low groan escapes from my dry and cracking lips as I lazily roll onto my side. My eyes are glued to the wall each small hole brings back all the memories of last night with each one adding another scene in my private horror movie. Getting home from training and being told to open the door only to break down the second I put the key into the hole. My legs gave out from under me sending me crashing to the ground as loud and uncontrollable sobs were finally able to escape. I don't remember getting to my bedroom but I can only assume my father carried me as my mother probably rambled on and on asking question after question. After that, it was countless hours of crying, vomiting, heaving, trying to catch my breath and worst of all losing complete control of my powers. Icicle after icicle was sent flying into my walls knocking over many of my possessions in the process. The ceiling was covered in ice as was my bed and most of my body. And as much as I tried to get back control, take a deep breath and stop it the worse it got.

As the sedative courses through my veins bringing me closer and closer to the edge of a deep sleep I reach out my hand pushing myself to make the rest of the ice disappear, after all, it is the least I can do after giving my parents such a rough night. 

Their combined footsteps echo from my doorway and a gasp flies from my mom's mouth when she sees the ice is gone. 

"Sorry," I mumble right before sleep can drag me under and I'm plunged into darkness. 

* * * *

Loud beeps from my morning alarm pull me from my quiet slumber. I gasp as I fly up into a sitting position my hand quickly reaching to the side of me to shut the alarm off. As the room becomes silent once more, I look around at the small strips of sunlight streaming through the curtains. It can't be morning again, I think as I pull myself from the comforts of my duvet. My feet lazily shuffle toward the window. Gently I pull back my curtain and gaze out at the world before me. People jogging, a small stream of cars driving by and the last few people coming out in their robes to fetch the newspaper. It is morning! I slept for an entire day! 

Running to my phone I check the date on the screen and it confirms my suspicion: I did sleep for a whole day. As my phone reconnects to our WIFI all the messages and voice notes from Jade, Nicci and Kim come flying in at rapid speed 

My door clicks open and slowly swigs open revealing my very relieved parents. 

"Oh thank God," my mom exclaims rushing to me with open arms. "I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't realize it would put you to sleep for so long, it's just that you were crying so much and with your powers..." Tears start to flow down my mom's cheeks but with one smile and a wipe of my sleeve, I put an end to them. 

"Mom, I'm okay I promise. I can see you guys didn't have a choice," I chuckle nodding toward the hole scattered in the walls. 

A small smile tugs at my mom's lips, and my father laughs. 

"I lost count of how many times you almost stabbed me," he manages to get out through fits of laughter. 

"Sorry about that," I mumble. "Anyway, I suppose I should get ready for school."

Just as I move toward my dresser a wave of coldness washes over me. I cry out as my hand goes cold and a long and sharp icicle flies through my skin impaling itself into the floorboard.

I look up at my parents. "I'm so sorry I don't know what came over me," I cry.

My mom wraps her arms around me pulling me back into her warm embrace. "It's okay honey we'll call the doctor and get this sorted out but until then I think you should stay here."

The last thing I want to do is miss more school, especially in my last year but I can't risk losing control in front of the whole school so I reluctantly nod.

Standing by my window I wave goodbye to my parents from the safety of my room. It took a bit of convincing on my end to allow them to leave me by myself but once my father got on board my mother swiftly followed. As soon as their car finally leaves the driveway and turns down the street I walk back to my phone to see what the final count for the number of messages is.

Picking up my phone I cautiously turn it on lighting up the screen and revealing the grand total of one hundred and eighty messages.

"Well," I sigh. "I guess I know what I'm doing today."

Another wave of coldness shoots through me and I drop my phone just before I can freeze it. Two balls of ice fall to the floor one from each hand. Thankfully neither is big enough to make any sort of dent but I'm sure they'll leave scratches.

I look down at my hands still covered in a sheet of ice. "Okay but first I need to get you under control."

* * * *

I scream in frustration as once again I fail to conjure an icicle, well, on command at least. They have no trouble coming out any other time. Looking down at the floor of my art room I sigh at the one... two... three... seven holes I've stabbed into the wood. It's even more frustrating when you see the zero holes in the board I set up on the wall. I've been at this for at least an hour already and at the rate this is going I doubt I'll be able to do anything by the end of the day. 

I sigh again running my hands through my messy hair. How could my emotions affect my powers so much? How could one incident destroy something like this? Seth not only broke my heart that day he broke my powers. I didn't even know something like that was possible. Two lifetimes under my belt and I've never heard of this happening at all. 

A crash echoes from downstairs and within an instant an icicle has formed in my hand. With my weapon in hand, I slowly walk to my door and listen for any more movement. One minute goes by and nothing. Two minutes still nothing. Three minutes still nothing and I feel ridiculous. But no matter how stupid I feel I don't open the door and start making my way downstairs until at least ten minutes of pure silence had gone by.

Keeping the sharp bit of ice out in front of me I slowly and quietly walk along the top floor of my house checking for anything before making my way down the stairs. My breath shakes with each step and I can feel my heart about to burst out of my chest. What if I made a mistake coming down here, I think as I reach the last step. I should just run out of the front door and call the cops... and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Getting rid of the icicle as fast as I can I start rushing toward the door only to be stopped by a man clearing his throat. 

"Good morning, Vega, why don't you come sit with me?" the man asks. 

I turn my head toward the living room beside me and to my horror I see Chris sitting on the couch wearing that suit he's almost always wearing. He's leaning back with one leg crossed over the other casually and comfortably holding a glass of my father's whiskey. Has he been sitting there the whole time? Was he waiting for me and if so how long would he have sat there before coming up to look for me?

"I think I'll stay right here," I say masking the fear coursing through me with false confidence. 

He shakes his head.  "I think this conversation would go a lot better if you sat down."

I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. "This conversation isn't going to go anywhere until you tell me why you're sitting in my house like a stalker." I motion to the space around me. " If you're here to see my dad then you're in the wrong place because I don't know if you noticed the missing car but he isn't here."

He smirks and drowns the rest of his drink. After setting the glass onto the table in front of him he leans back and stretches his arms out on the top of the sofa. "Thank you for your observation but I'm not here to see your dad." He gets off the sofa and takes small steps toward me. "I'm here to see you."

My hands travel behind my back getting ready to hopefully conjure an icicle. "If you're here to ask me about the other night again or give your sympathies for my latest condition you could have done it over the phone. I won't mention names but a certain person would have preferred that," I say the corners of my lips curled up into a smirk.

He laughs. "You always were so sarcastic even when we were children. It's actually one of the reasons I fell in love with you."

"What are you talking about?" I ask. My hands grow cold and little by little I feel the icicle taking its shape.

"I don't know why it's taking so long for you to remember me. I told myself I would wait a bit longer but my patience is growing thin." He steps closer to me and rests his hand on my cheek. "I need you to remember me, Essa."

My head spins as I look up into his soft blue eyes. Only one person ever called me that. A childhood friend I never thought I would see again. The person who was with me through thick and thin. The man my father wanted me to marry to save my kingdom. The man who put that icicle in my heart. 

"Christian," I gasp dropping the half-formed icicle to the floor. The ice shatters as it hits the ground, and a smile forms on his plump lips. 

"Hello, little one." He nods to someone standing behind me. 

I try to run, but he stops me. I fight but it's no use. A needle is inserted into my neck before a bag is placed over my head and I'm plunged into darkness.