Ebony

Chapter 6

Her braid.      

"Briar, it's not that difficult."
"Yeah, well clearly it is."
           "It's just tarot cards! I'm just teaching you how to shuffle tarot cards!"

   "Then why is it so hard for me to shuffle them?"

   "That's why I'm trying to help you!"

"You call this helping me?"

    I was about to snap.
I stared at him blankly. For a while.

  "Blake!"
He was at the table in less then a second.

  "What's wrong?"

" Just Talk to your brother."

    He looked at Briar expectantly.

"Tarot cards are stupid!" Was all he said.

"I was literally just trying to teach you how to shuffle them."

   "That's literally the easiest part."

It took us a little under an hour before getting Briar to admit that he just wasn't good at tarot cards.

Now we were all sprawled out on the couch because we didn't have anything else to do.

We were talking about random things when something strange happened.

Before Briar could finish the rest of his day sentence, his eyes, their normal dark bwere now the same forest green that his brother lllsometimes held.l

I turned to Blake.

"Blake,What's happening?"

"It means he's having a vision. Don't worry, he's completely fine."

I nodded my head, and went to the kitchen, to refill my now empty glass.

I took a sip. And then another.
I felt hot. Like I was burning or something.

I chugged down the rest of my glass in an attempt to try to stay cool. Only it didn't help. It made things worse.

The room before me started to move back and forth. I felt my body sticky with sweat.

Briar came running in first. Blake not a moment after.

They were both rushing towards me.

I felt my legs start to give out.

I saw Briar lift the glass to his nose and smelled it.
He only said one word before I collapsed onto Blake.

"Celia."

Everything was happening in slow motion.

I heard Briar shout something to Blake. The next thing I knew, I was put gently on my bed downstairs.

     Briar came running in with a washcloth and what seemed to be a shot of something.

    He put the cold washcloth on my head and looked at me.

  "Im so sorry."

And with that, he pushed the needle into my arm.
      The rest of my body hurt so much, that I couldn't move. I couldn't even speak.

  "Why isn't it working?" Blake yelled.

His brother was silent.