Page 92 of Ominous: Part 1
This is the second one I’ve ever done for a boy. Not even Sebastian have I tried to save.
The flame flickers in the darkness of my room, the plain, sharp scent of the white candle swirling around me as I tilt the stick, letting a drop of translucent wax drip onto the sigil I’ve created.
It splatters, spreading over the crudely drawn shape.
Quickly, I blow out the candle, breathing again as I toss the lighter into my drawer. I lick my thumb and forefinger, and ensure the warm wick is cooled before I put the candle back too.
Then I smear my thumb over the wax, distorting the inky lines of my sigil.
Closing my eyes, resting my finger over the wax and the page, I think about my intention.
I think aboutEli.
It occurs to me perhaps I should feel silly for being enamored with a boy I’ve known such little time. Perhaps I should be worried this is like what happened with Nic. That I’m obsessing over nothing.
But it’s like a connection sparked in my soul at the mere sight of Eli, the very first day I watched him in class. Even that didn’t happen with Nic, not immediately.
Maybe I should be more afraid, like I felt in Eli’s car.
But I’m not, and I can’t figure out why that is.
My chest tightens.
I snap open my eyes, my cheeks flushing as I close my book too, but before I do, I see the stacked letters from the last sigil magic I did.
LWGMYFRSTK.
A convoluted mountain of a sigil born from a silly sentence.
Eli will give me my first kiss.
My face heats as I hug my notebook close my chest. He doesn’t even know.
I think about my second boy sigil.
Trust me, Eli.I think I may be the only person in the world he ever would, and it’s a heady feeling.
I’m still not embarrassed, thinking of it.
I’m simply…struck.
I get out of bed slowly, crossing the room to my green dresser and burying my book among my underwear, pushing it to the very back of the drawer.
And just as I’m settled into bed with thoughts of Eli and his lips on mine drifting through my head, I feel my phone vibrate under my pillow.
Secretly, I’ve been waiting for it for the past hour. I wanted to know when he got home. I wanted to know he was okay.
I wanted him to think of me again, like he said he always does.
But I didn’t dare text him first. I just did some black magic shit to get inside his head.Whatever.
Now, I slip my fingers under the cool side of my pillow and roll onto my side, unlocking my screen and reading his message, a smile tugging on my lips before I even get through the words.
Eli: Your mom is nice. Nicer than you, I think.
I bite my lip to stop from laughing. I want to power my phone off and go to sleep. Make him wait, but even with magic on my side, I’m not that strong.
Me: If she knew you were a murderer…
