Changing (Girls from Risiko)

by **Keaira Drake** Thu Mar 08, 2012 8:42 am

Keaira sat in her bed, looking around herself. She didn't feel so good. She looked at the blade in her hand that she had just polished. She could see herself in it. Her once stone cold brown eyes were warmer than ever before. She couldn't quite grasp the concept of what she was becoming, but she didn't like it.

When she was young, she and Myles had done so many things together. Crazy things. Things no normal person would dare to try. Now she was changing. Not in the prospect of fright, no, she didn't fear. She didn't even know what it felt like. She sighed and leaned back on her bed, still looking into her eyes. This wasn't good. She wanted to turn back to what she used to be. But she'd need Myles for that. And he was never around anymore.

Keaira really missed what they used to do. She especially remembered their time in the haunted pshyco house. Why did everything have to change? She didn't like it at all really. Terry, who meant so much to her, but made her feel something she didn't want to feel. Melissa, who had been a good friend, but the way she had been acting towards Myles would take time to get over. All the others she had met that made her feel like she had to be kind and gentle. She didn't like it. She detested it. But she couldn't not care about Terry, that was impossible. She just needed to get over the glow of the newly felt love for him. When things settled down, she might be able to return to her more monotone state.

In the end, there were really only three people she felt all right around. Myles, of course, who made her feel crazy and murderous and overly protective. Lucian, who was just weird and was intriguing because of his spiritual energy. And The Sweeney. The connection between the Sweeney and Keaira was humongous. She was beyond amazing and she was so cool and she was so much like what Keaira had once been. She wanted to return to that. She wanted to be cold and monotone, but at the same time be able to keep Terry and her friends by her side without hurting them. But how could that even be possible?

Keaira growled and stuck her knife into the holster she had sewed into her robes.