She felt some exhaustion coming over her. Not as much as she had felt some other times, but she definitely wanted a nap. She looked around the empty room and almost fell asleep right there but was able to hold herself together.

As she scanned the room, she heard clapping from somewhere farther off and looked over to see Blake and his dad standing at the glass, watching her and clapping for her. She blushed lightly before walking over to the glass door and opening it, only to have the sound become even louder, being in the same room and all.

She would have practiced more but she was way too tired for that so instead, she just walked out of the room and sat down. "Okay, I know I didn't practice for very long but I'm really exhausted," she admitted, looking down in slight shame. She felt bad. Like she hadn't done enough but she really was exhausted. How was she supposed to do anything if she felt like she was gonna pass out at any moment?

"It's totally fine," Blake assured her, a small, proud smile spreading across his face, showing off his beautiful jaw. "Do you wanna go to the guest room to get some rest before you head back home?" he asked, slowly grabbing her by the waist when he noticed that she looked like she was about to fall.

She wanted to say no. She knew that she would have nightmares. They'd been coming more and more often and she didn't want him to see her like that. Screaming her head off in the middle of the night. She didn't want that image of her in his head. But just as she was about to reject the offer, her exhaustion caught up with her and she sighed. "Okay," she agreed. "Thanks Blake," she whispered before grabbing onto his arm and using it as support as she walked through the large mansion. She almost fell down if it weren't for her but managed to stay up when he grabbed her elbow. She smiled gratefully, turning to him as they reached the guest room. "Thanks, Blake," she thanked him.

"No problem, Mia," he told her, sincerity in his eyes. "Rest now. Seriously."

Mia nodded and walked into the room, ignoring the memories that rushed to the forefront of her mind as she lay on the bed. Soon, even with all the thoughts roaming around inside her mind, she fell asleep.

Mia looked around her in a daze. She was on an empty street. But it wasn't just any street. No, it was the Golden Gate Bridge. The same street where the attack had taken place. Mia looked around, waiting for something to happen.

Mia waited for what felt like hours, but still, nothing happened.

Suddenly, like a flash of lightning, the scene started. Crashing cars flew around the bridge, appearing out of nowhere. Mia watched as people burned from that terrible monster. The monster that was currently terrorizing the innocent victims.

Mia rushed over to the sight, letting her emotions take over her body as lightning shot out of her hands. Mia screamed when it went everywhere and watched as all it did was hurt those around her.

And then, the monster was in front of her, it's gems gleaming as Mia realized that it was actually a bear. A bear made out of fire. In some ways, it was scarier than it being a human figure but in others, she was relieved.

She couldn't focus on that, however, because soon, the bear reached his claw out and the impact of the blow hit her right in the chest. It felt as if her wounds had been reignited. She tried to leave. To go to sleep. To stop this pain.

But it never worked. She was forced to lay there as pain soared through her body. She was forced, again, to watch the people around her suffer from her own mistakes.

She screamed and screamed, begging to be taken away from these horrible images. And then someone was there, shaking her. This only made her scream more. She'd never seen this person before and it wasn't even really a person, more like a shadow.

He called her name, shaking her even more but she couldn't do anything. Only lie there as the mysterious figure continued to shake her. And then it was all over.

Mia woke up in a cold sweat, her whole body shaking and a scream racking her body. Suddenly, she was pulled into someone's arms. She knew who it was just by the minty smell. Blake. The only person in the world who could comfort her. Sometimes Tori would try if it was an especially terrible night, but she'd never had much success.

But as Mia lay there in her bed, shaking uncontrollably with tears streaming down her face, she knew she'd be okay. Even if not right then or right there. Because, with the help of Blake, she could get past this.

Mia pulled away eventually. "Thanks," she said softly, wrapping her arms around her cold body.

"You should have told me you were having nightmares," he whispered. "I could have done something."

"Like what, Blake?" she asked. Mia's voice hushed to a whisper. "The only thing that helps is you. And you can't always be there."

"I know," he whispered regretfully. He perked up, something going on inside his head. "What if we got you sleeping pills? Like the ones that people take so they don't dream," he suggested.

Mia thought about it for a moment. It seemed like a good idea. It couldn't make it any worse and she wouldn't have to deal with those terrible nightmares anymore. "Okay," she agreed, a smile finally stretching across her cheeks.

Blake pulled her close to him once again, holding her tight. Mia didn't mind. She loved being around him.

But she couldn't help thinking of Charlie. As much as she didn't like him, she couldn't hurt him like that. Even if she didn't like him like that, there was no way she would ever cheat on him. That was something she'd told herself she'd never do and she wasn't about to break that promise now.

Mia looked over at the clock on the bedside table and almost jumped. "I have to go," she told him, standing up from her comfortable spot on the bed. She looked around the room, searching for her stuff. It wasn't on the book case. Or the chair. Or the tv table. She sighed in relief when she spotted it on the desk in the corner. She rushed over to it, almost tripping over the rug. She was able to stop herself and grabbed her backpack before walking back over to the bed where Blake was still sitting, slightly dazed.

She wrapped him in a tight hug. "I'll see you at school, alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, see you," he responded before pulling away.

At that moment, all Mia wanted to do was kiss him. But she stopped herself. She just wouldn't do it. Even if it was torture, she'd wait until she saw Charlie and then she would break up with him and kiss Blake.

Mia was about to leave when she realized how she'd gotten there. She turned around slowly to see Blake sitting there with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "I was wondering how long it would take you to remember," he teased, standing up from his spot and walking over to where she was. "Let's go."

"Thanks," was all she said as she started walking out of the mansion. She walked out the big door before walking past the large pool and slide and making her way over to Blake's red convertible that was currently parked in the large garage. Mia made a mental note to get Blake to let her use the pool sometime.

As soon as Mia got in, she remembered how much she liked it.

But when Blake started the car, and they were rushing down the highway... Mia fell in love. The wind blowing in her face was all she needed to vanquish the tension, stress, and fear that had been building up inside her for weeks.

Because for once, she was free. She rarely got this feeling but when she did, she held onto it. She decided, right then and there, that she needed to get a convertible or a motorcycle so that she could always feel that way.

Mia let the wind take all of her problems and carry them far away from her. She knew it was weird for wind to help her this much, but it was just who she was. When her face was in the wind and she could feel it cooling her face, she was finally free. Away from everything else.

"We're here." Mia looked up to see that Blake was right. They had just pulled up into the schools parking lot.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye," she joked, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye.

"I'll miss you," he returned, going along with her joke. "I'll never see you again. Except for in my dreams."

Mia and Blake laughed. Mia couldn't help but notice, again, how incredible his laugh was. It made her heart stop for a moment. "But seriously, I'll see you tomorrow. And we should probably train tomorrow. I still need to work on the emotional side of my abilities," she told him.

"Okay," he agreed. "I'll see you. Drive safe." Mia felt a flutter in her heart flutter at his words. She knew it was just a saying but it made her feel like he was actually worried. That made her happy. Because in order to worry, you first need to care.

Mia shut the door before scanning the parking lot. A cold breeze brushed her arms and she wrapped herself in a hug, trying to keep warm. She watched as Blake pulled out of the lot and walked over to her car. The cement was hard on her thin flip flops but she didn't really care at that moment.

She almost reached her car, too. But she wasn't that lucky.

Out of the corner of her eye, Mia saw a light pole fall to the ground. Mia rushed over to the scene, her eyes wide. Mia saw some sort of invisible monster and knew this was her time to help people. She was more experienced now and she would be more careful. She knew what to do. She could help these people. Mia ran over to her car before flinging her back pack off her shoulder and changing into her suit quickly. Not the most comfortable in such a small car but she used what she got.

Mia ran back over to the situation before assessing it. It seemed to be a hawk made out of air but it was hard to tell due to how hard it was to see. Mia could tell that it would be hard to catch. It was quick. She studied it's moves, tucking them away in her memory.

When she had fully evaluated the scene before her, she took a deep breath. She let all of her emotions fade into nothingness and focused on creating lightning.

She saw where the Eagle was gonna go before it had even gotten there and quickly shot it out of the sky. But it wasn't done yet. The eagle swooped back up, barely taking the hit.

Mia concentrated harder than she ever had before, bending her will to control the lightning. She created some in her fingertips and held it in her hands. She'd never done that before. She didn't even know that had been possible. But as she held it, she knew she couldn't continue to forever. So, after a few more moments of watching the eagle and gathering lightning in her hands, she let it loose.

It hit the eagle right in the chest (or what she thought was it's chest. She couldn't really see) and it went soaring down. She heard the thump of the pavement and lay down, exhaustion overcoming her whole body.

And right there, in the middle of the road, Mia passed out.