"Omera come out!"

Jackson bangs his fists angrily against the door to my room. The same room I have been barricaded in for the last two days, ever since Asher left. The dresser I have pushed in front of the door moves slightly under the weight of Jackson'c powerful blows. I know it will hold though, he never gets to move more than an inch or two before giving up. I take that time to push it back into place.

"Omera, come out and talk to me. Tell me what's going on." I hear him plead. My hand moves to the volume switch on the Ipod dock they managed to smuggle out of the shelter for me, turning it up so the music drowns out his voice.

"If I should die tonight may I first just say I'm sorry? For I, never felt like anybody. I am a man of many hats although I never mastered anything. When I am ten feet tall, I've never felt much smaller. Since the fall, nobody seems to know my name. So don't leave me to sleep all alone. May we stay lost on our way home?"

I know what they are thinking right now. They are thinking I am having a mental breakdown. That I have locked myself in here to freak out and eventually kill myself. Twenty-four hours ago they might have been correct. Ok, so no might. They would have been correct.

After Asher told me what I was, explained what it is that I would eventually be able to do, my first feeling was relief. Not only was I not evil but I was a friggin angel. Then reality set in. I was a friggin angel. Not only was it confirmed that I was a supernatural freak...but a rarely seen supernatural freak.

Apparently this whole electro-thing I could do was just the tip of the iceberg. In just a few weeks I would be eighteen and then my powers would 'unbind' themselves. I would be stronger, faster and pretty much invincible. Demons would be able to sense me but they would not be able to kill me. Or at least it would tell a hell of a lot to kill me.

I spent the first day locked in this room, debating on whether I wanted to die now...or possibly live forever. Most people who take the latter. I obviously am not most people. I stared at the bottle of Tylenol next to my bed, wondering what would happen if I ate the whole bottle. Would I die? Would my locked up powers save me?

After the dark thoughts wore off I realized how stupid I was being. I could wait this out, wait for my powers to unbind and then, if life was still a total shit hole, I could always kill myself. Asher had said I would be able to "heal from almost any injury." Almost being the key word. Almost being the word that stopped me from killing myself that first night.

The second day was purely because I did not feel like dealing with anyone. Dramatic? Yes. Necessary? One hundred percent. I knew the boys had a ton of questions for me and quite frankly I did not care to answer them. So I had decided to barricade myself in my room and shut off the outside world until I figured out how to handle this.

"Come on, come on, with everything falling down around me I'd like to believe in all the possibilities."

I let the music continue to play until I hear the door creak. Jackson has given up. No doubt to return downstairs and formulate a new plan. I turn the music down, smiling slightly to myself.

Omera: 12 Jackson: 0

I give myself a quick pep talk, reminding myself that everything will be fine. There is no reason to stay in this room forever. Eighteen is coming whether I like it or not. My powers are coming.

Oddly enough this helps. My breathing evens and I no longer feel like the walls are closing in on me. A sense of calm washes over me. I can do this.

All heads turn the moment I walk into the room. Well, almost all head. Jackson stares at his phone screen. His lips are turned down in a scowl. I know he noticed me. His shoulders had gone rigid the moment I stepped off the last stair. I knew he had felt it too. The strange feeling I got in my chest whenever he was around, a symptom of the bond that had formed between us.

"Well," Max muses from his seat on the recliner, "Look who decided to bless us with her presence. Get it? Bless? You know, since she's an angel."

Liam shoots his brother a look, tossing a throw pillow in his direction. It nails him in the head. Max throws his hands out exasperatedly.

"No one here gets me," Max mumbles under his breath. I stifle back a laugh.

"I think I owe you an apology," Gabriel says lightly. He adverts his eyes from mine, clearly not happy to say those words. "I've been treating you like some sort of demon."

"Don't worry about it." I cut him off. "I get it. I would have done the same thing."

Jackson scoffs, still focused on his phone.

"Something to add to this conversation?" I ask angrily. Jackson closes his eyes, exhaling loudly. I see Gabriel out of the corner of my eye, moving slowly out of the room. He feels the same thing I do, the shift in Jackson's mood. The reddening of his face signaling the fact that things are about to get ugly. Max and Liam throw each other a glance, nodding before evacuating the room.

"Nope," he spits.

"Then keep your unneeded noises to yourself."

"Really Omera?" Jackson jumps to his feet, the phone clattering noisily to the ground. I flinch at the sound of his voice but do not falter. I had made my decision this morning, no more being afraid. No more cowering in the corner. No more self doubt. No more.

"You locked yourself in your room for two day. Two days! And now that you have decided you are ready to talk I'm supposed to do what? Let you? Yea, not happening. You don't just get to say 'screw it all' whenever you want. You don't get to shut out everyone just because you can't handle it. You don't get to shut me out! You tried to leave. You tried to sneak out in the middle of the night without so much as a 'have a nice life.' Then you decide to stay long enough to figure out what you are before, once again, deciding my feelings don't mean shit and locking yourself away."

"Yes, I do." I don't yell back. There is no need. I knew he was going to be angry. I knew this was coming. "And you don't get to make me feel bad about it. This is my life Jackson, not yours. You did not have to watch your entire family get killed. You did not have to spend your whole life wondering why you survived and no one else did. You did not have to wonder if the things that were happening to you were happening because you were evil. I did. So yea, I get to decide when I want to leave. I get to decide when I want to lock myself away."

"Screw this," he growls, turning his back on me.

I can feel it happening, the static growing stronger under my skin. I start to reign the energy in and then stop. Why should I stop it? This is what I am, might as well get used to it now. I let the bolts spring loose. My anger makes them lash out, the crackle of heat against air fills the room. Jackson stops dead in his tracks, turning to face me.

"You really don't get it, do you?" The anger leaves his eyes as his face drops. "Do you know how much I risked for you? I brought you here, not knowing what you were. I went against my own brother. I broke every rule I said I wouldn't I risked everything for you. Do you know what would happened if you had been a demon and Asher found out what happened between us? I would have been disbanded. Even worse if he had found out what happened and that I was hiding my gift. I risked it all for you but it didn't matter."

My heart drops.

"I had..."I stutter, "I had no idea. Jackson...."

"Of course you didn't. I understand, you've been through hell. You're parents. The attack. Worrying about what you are. All of it. But never once did you stop to think about how all this affected me. Two nights ago you told me you felt the bond between us the moment your powers started but me, it started the first time I saw you. Seven years I spent feeling like something was missing. I've felt..empty. Then you stroll into this house and BAM! it's like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. Like I could finally breathe."

I am so caught in his words, the feeling behind them, that I don't realize I have started moving towards him. I reach my hand out, placing it on his shoulder. He moves, brushing off my touch.

"Jackson I..." My voice drops. I don't know what to say to him. I am racking my brain but I have no idea what to say to him. He's right. Never once did I think about him in any of this. I was selfish. Am selfish.

"Don't worry about it," he mumbles, "It doesn't matter. Not anymore."

I want to stop him. I want to reach out and stop him. Apologize. Anything to lessen the hurt he feels right now. The hurt I can clearly feel. But I can't do any of that. All I can do is stand there, thinking things I will never be able to tell him.

Song playing on Ipod: Panic! at the Disco featuring FUN "Come on"