Chapter Fourteen

It has been 15 days that I have been locked in this hospital room. Jaxon comes to visit often to run the tests to see what is causing my fires. It is still so new to me that I possess powers and that the supernatural world that I have gravitated to my whole life, is real. Witches, werewolves, whatever I am, all exist. When I was younger and didn't have any friends or family, I would live in the books depicting the lives of such fantasies. And now, I am apart of it.

I have this strange connection with Jaxon that is indescribable. I want him around me all the time and sometimes I force myself to get worked up just so my fire explodes and he holds me to put it out. I feel selfish doing that, because it causes him harm, but he doesn't seem to mind. He has started being almost caring. Some days are better than others with him though. Just yesterday he came in with his nostrils flaring and his face red with anger. It had frightened me and I began to cry. He looked at me with comtempt befor