Sarah Lesley

One thing about my 'uniqueness', is even though I can see other peoples future, I cant see mine. No matter if I'm the reason they die, I don't see myself, just a blur or some witch. It's weird.

I've tried and tried, but my head refuses to reveal my future. Over the next few days, most of what I did was eat and sleep. Jacob was my faithful doctor who hardly ever left my bedside. It was kinda cute. In a weird way.

I had multiple nightmares, but the worst one was about my childhood. You see, the one thing that haunts me, is I never found out where my parents went. I still loved them even though the gave me away.

I saw what happened the day they gave me away, and my imagination ran wild after it. Both my parents shoved me to the front door, then quickly drove off. It was like I left my eyes in the back seat, because I could see them.

My mom was crying, and my dad was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. He was speeding on the highway, honking his horn and shaking his fist at other people.

Well, needless to say, he got in trouble. After yelling at my mom to stop crying he put the petal to the metal. Or is it metal to the petal. I don't know. Basically, he pushed real hard on the gas.

And you can guess what happens next. Explosion, fire, and death. I sat up screaming, cold sweat beading my forehead. Jacob was next to me, and pulled me into a hug.

How he knew I needed one, I will never know. I started sobbing into his shoulder. He patted my back, and just held me there. My nose was running, and my eyes felt swollen and puffy. I pushed myself away, and wiped my eyes with my hand, and my nose with a Kleenex®.

"What was it?" He asks, handing me the box.

"A lot of different ones. The one that woke me up was, uh, the, the day my parents left me. My dad was speeding and he hit a car, and swerved into a construction crane. The car blew up and they were killed instantly." I managed to get it out.

He just rubbed my back. He knew saying he was sorry about it wouldn't help, but only make me feel worse. After a few moments of shaky breathing and blowing my nose, he stood up and went into the other room.

That night I didn't dream, which normally meant something was about to happen and the fates didn't want me to know. I sat up and shook my head clear. Jen was cooking breakfast.

I focused on a single dot in front of me. My vision blurred momentarily, but focused in a second. Every morning I did that. It helped my vision so I didn't 'see' so much.

I glanced around the room, before getting up and throwing on a robe. I walked to the table and sat down, breathing in the aroma of bacon and eggs. Jen placed a steaming plate in front of me.

“Eat it while it's hot.” Jen said, walking back to the stove and turning off the stove. I grabbed my plate and stood up, scraping some of the eggs into the fire. I sat back down and stared eating.

Jen sat down. “So. Have any dreams lately?” She asking forking a mouthful of eggs into her mouth. I nearly choked on the bacon I had just shoved in my mouth.

“Uh, ya. A few. Why do you ask?”

She twirled her fork, as she swallowed. “Oh, no reason. I've just heard you mumbling in her sleep. Something about your parents.”

I looked down at my plate. “Oh. Oh that. Ya.” My eyes started to get misty.

“I know this is probably really personal, but, what happened to your parents?” She asked. I looked up and met her gaze.

“It happened when I was seven. I was in school one day. Math class. I was staring at the blackboard, trying to understand what it meant, when my head felt like it exploded. I was seeing all the writing appear and disappear. Kids coming in and out of the room. Night and day. Everything going backwards.”

I took a deep breath. “The pain in my head was incredible. The next thing I knew I was in the back seat of my parents car. Then my parents explained to me that they were giving me away. And it wasn't my fault, but they couldn't take care of me. But I knew why. I was too much of a freak to them. They left me on the doorstep of the orphanage with a suitcase with my clothes and belongings.”

Unwanted tears came into my eyes. I looked down at my plate, not hungry anymore, seeing white dots. “I lived there for years, unwanted by anyone because I was older and people called me weird, a freak, peculiar. All sorts of names.”

I sighed. “I went to school, but it was only pain and torture for my mind. I would walk into the classroom, and almost collapse from pain. I eventually learned how to control it, but sometimes it was just too painful.”

Jen set down her fork. “It's okay. You don't have to go on.”

“No. I need to get it off my chest. When they gave me up, I started seeing more. They found me unconscious on the front step. It had felt like someone shot me in the head when they left. I remember waking up in the hospital, and not being able to see anything but a blinding light for minutes.”

“The doctor said it was because of the shock, but he only said that because he didn't know. I had had a dream. It was more of a vision. I met Apollo, and he told me why I saw differently. Why I was the way I was. He helped me control it.”

Jen stopped me. “Wait. Apollo spoke to you? In a dream?” She asked, bewildered.

I nodded. “Ya. He taught me how to control what I see, during a regular basis. It doesn't always work, as you can tell. When the orphanage brought me back from the hospital, all the kids thought I was creepy. All my clothes turned black, they stole my stuff, and I couldn't do a thing about it. They saw me as a witch.”

“Do you know what it's like to come home, and your family hate you, and see you as a witch or a freak? It wasn't fun, and I spent most of my time in a secret room no one could enter but me. It was a stone cave, with Greek fire torches. It was cold so I stored blankets in there.” I took another breath. This was getting harder and harder. “Everyday after school, I would throw my backpack on my bed, and crawl into my cave. I refused meals, because I had my own stash of food. There was a basket that always had food for me. I fended for myself till y'all showed up three weeks ago. You know everything now.”

Jen was silent for a few minutes. “You just told me your life story.” I think she was in shock. “Wow.”

Jacob walked in. “Did y'all not like Jen's cooking? You've hardly eaten.”

“Oh. No it's not...” Jen started.

“We were just talking. That's all.” I interrupted. “Nothing of importance.” I gave Jen a 'don't you dare tell him anything' look. Jacob gave me quizzical look, but shrugged it off and left. As soon as the door shut I stood up and went into the bathroom for a good cry.

I just relived my past, which is something I haven't done in years. My whole body shook, as I gripped the sides of the sink. When I looked up into the mirror, I saw a scared and scarred girl, afraid of her own shadow.

Notes

Sorry this one's short!