Moving Objects

Chapter 9

I picked the lock on the door and entered quickly, closing the door behind me and latching it again. I rested against the door and let out a deep breath before venturing into the cabin. I ignored the fireplace because there was no way I was ever going to get a proper fire going and crawled onto the bed. I rearranged the pillows around me and got comfortable, closing my eyes and relaxing my mind and body.

I laid there breathing slowly and deeply as I felt my body melt into the mattress. It felt so good to release all the pent up tension in my body. Some of it was from school, some from training, some from not being able to be intimate with Dimitri, and some was Lissa's nighttime activities leaking through the bond. I started to feel weightless and I smiled to myself.

This must be what it feels like to be in complete Zen.

I stayed like that until the door opened but hearing them speak was like it was coming down a long tunnel.

"Kiz, you need to stop."

Stop? Why would I stop? I was so relaxed.

"Rosemarie."

I ignored the voices calling out to me as I drifted further into relaxation only to snap my eyes open when a hand gently rested on my arm. I looking directly into my mom's eyes. It was strange though, she wasn't crouched down at bed level, she was standing up at full height. I looked to around and quickly solved my confusion. Everything was off the ground, including me. And it all came crashing down with that realization.

I was surprised that the legs of the bed didn't snap off when it hit the ground like the legs to one of the chairs. The momentum flung me off the bed and I rolled on the floor, coming to a stop at Dad's feet by the door.

"What the hell happened?" I asked, looking up at him from the floor. He leaned down and helped me to my feet before looking me over for cuts. It was sweet really that he did that, but I was a big girl. Plus I didn't hurt.

"It looks like your tapped into your full potential. You used to do things like this when you were sleeping. We had to bolt your bed to the floor when you were younger."

I pulled away and looked at the chaos the room turned into. Furniture was broken all over the place, the legs of the table cracked, the chars broken, nick knacks scattered everywhere.

"How did you know where I was?"

"I could feel you," Dad replied as he turned the table upright. I furrowed my brows before remembering that he had said, that when I was little it would feel like a tsunami pulling back from shore. I wrapped my arms around my waist and shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

"I didn't hurt you, I mean mentally, right?"

Dad stopped putting things back into place and turned to look at me with a soft expression. "No, Kiz. You didn't hurt me, it just felt like a tugging in my mind. I was more concerned about your own safety."

I nodded and helped Mom clean up the cabin before straightening the covers on the bed. It didn't take us long to put everything right and we left, hiking back to campus. I kept my arms wrapped around myself, slightly for comfort also because I was thoroughly exhausted now.

I was happy to find that Lissa was already asleep as I unlocked my door, praising whatever deity was up there looking out for me. At least tonight I wouldn't have to see her amours activities. My head wasn't on the pillow long before I was asleep.

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I remember hating running. I remember loathing every step he made me take, but now I love it. I love the feeling of the wind in my hair and the crisp feeling in my lungs. I loved the slight burn in my legs and the freeing feeling it gave me.