It was two months after my foster parents died and I re-entered the fostercare system and two weeks after my sixteenth birthday. I met a boy at school and went home with him.
He was a senior, gorgeous. The blonde haired, blue eyed beauty of the football team. I was a sophomore. Nothing more than average.
He was the first guy that I ever kissed and I froze him. And I don't mean that I chickened out...
We were sitting on his bed, his parents were out and the door was closed. I ran my fingers over the bumps in his silk comforter, looking everywhere but at him directly. I could see him leaning forward from under my recently cut, gothic bangs. And then his lips brushed slightly against mine, sending a melting shiver through me. I closed my eyes as the kiss fell deeper and a million hyperactive butterflies danced in my stomach.
Was I doing this right? Could he tell how nervous I was?
No, his hands tangled in my black and pink hair, bringing me closer. I loved the smell of him, his cologne and aftershave. I wished it would last forever.
And then it stopped.
I opened my eyes slowly. His hand was still grasping my hair, he was perfectly still, unblinking blue eyes stared at me.
"Bryce?"
And then I noticed it. His lips were blue.
I gasped, trying to scramble away, held fast by my hair.
'Are you okay? Adam? You're scaring me! Let go!" I yelled, panting.
A thin white network of shining Crystal's had formed on his cheeks, and when he exhaled his breath came at me in white puffs of must hung in the air. He didn't move or blink.
"Adam!" I twisted frantically in his grasp, managing to extract myself, leaving him clutching a fistful of black hair.
He blinked, shook his head. Adam's teeth began to chatter.
"Demi? What..."
I was already turning for the door in panic. I wanted to put as much distance between myself and this weirdness as I possibly could.
That was just the beginning. For weeks I had dreams of frozen people until one day I started seeing them in the waking state, at school, home, stores. And, finally my foster parents put me in a psych ward and gave me back to the state.
A new foster family wanted me and as I was shipped off to Canada as soon as the psych ward released me. And that's when it all went to hell.