Tonights Agenda

Chapter One

Taking three deep breaths isn't going to solve all of my problems. In fact, it's probably going to make them worse, but my therapist tells me that its the solution to everything.

That time while I do nothing but inhale and exhale slowly, is time that I focus on how truly fucked I am.

The person telling you to do these exercises is normally saying this because they have no clue whatsoever on how to actually help you. They say this because they don't know what else to say. What else to do. And your just there waiting for them to leave you alone and let you escape reality.

But they never leave.

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Their blades pounded like hearts out of sync, screaming danger in a way everyone could hear.

Just ten minutes before, there was peace and tranquility, then my mother fell to the floor.

Her hand was in mine. Despite being 17, not a toddler, I loved holding her hand. There were girls from my year here, and I knew I was going to get bullied the crap out of when I got back to school on monday, but it didn't bother me one bit. We were walking through the centre whilst she explained why I should spend my money on a new pair of combat boots (the ones I had on were falling apart as usual). The next thing I knew, her hand went stone cold, and it slipped away. She stopped dead in her tracks, and I turned to look at her face for answers. Her eyes were as big as saucers, and her mouth had fallen open a crack. She stumbled down, landing on her knees, then toppling over freakishly onto her face.

They say it was a heart attack, but I know better.

Someone must've called an ambulance beause the black vehicles came crashing through the shopping centre entrance, horns blazing in attempt to keep pedestrians aside. I kneeled down next to her and cried as the paramedics came to take her away.

I didn't understand why she had to go. They say it was 'for the best,' but the nearest hospital was ten minutes away and she didn't look like she was going to survive much longer than two.

Maybe I was in a state of shock, because when they lifted her stone body up into the ambulance, the two nurses jumping in and closing the metal doors; I didn't run after them. I didn't even fight it.

That was the last time I would ever see my mother.

Reality hit me like a wrecking ball, and I curled up tightly, my head feeling like it was just about to erupt and my veins pushing against the surface of me. Pressure ran through my body, tightening my skin and screaming for air.

I couldn't do this anymore.

A small lady ran over to where I was, kneeling down and speaking words of reassurance into my ears,

"It'll be alright, she'll be getting looked after now."

"Just take a few deep breaths"

How stupid.

She reached over to pat me on the back, but before her hand could collide with my skin, a surge of energy bolted through me, tearing up my insides as I let out a piercing scream. She jumped up just as I let it all go.

And I let everything out.

The current threw itself against my insides, bursting out something savage inside of me. I had boiled over.

The shopping centre proceeded to roar with the screams of hundreds of children and adults alike.

It was too late to run away or hide, the damage was done.

The glass dome separating us from the outside world smashed into billions of tiny needles, tearing down from the sky and attacking those underneath it. Flowers and their crates shredded up into tiny splinters, exploding horizontally and throwing themselves into everything in its way. Bit by bit, the surrounding objects continued to do the same thing, and it felt like I was breaking up into pieces too.

I was stuck to the ground, my ears pounding and the taste of blood and salty tears lingering in my mouth.  It was inevitable, I was going to die.

Within minutes, the sirens started to go off above.

I don't know what caused them to fall in the first place, but something I radiated must have stopped them from working properly.

The air police unit started to fall, helicopter by helicopter, into the crimson red bloodbath waiting below. People were sliced by the still-spinning blades and shredded up like they had been shoved in a blender. The pilots were left lifeless in the cockpit, blood dripping off them where the impact had been taken.

When the last helicopter dropped, I finally realised the big picture of it all.

The first-aiders started arriving, making their way through the crowd and pulling people from the wreckages. The bodies were put on stretchers, then wheeled onto the ambulances; lines of people in each van.

The more fortunate of the lot, the ones that were still standing on two feet, were crammed into the back of a singular ambulance.

Then they came for me.

My hair was sticky with blood, and I had been lying in a sea of it, unable to get up and out. Besides that, I hadn't been affected physically that much at all. A gashing cut on my left calf was all that I had contributed to the mass of blood on the floor, but my back was howling with pain and my neck was stiff and felt bruised.

The man was sweeping the area for survivors when he had laid his eyes on me. I was  blinking profusely as I stared into the sky, watching the blue drain out of it and the clouds take over. It began to thunder, but the pouring rain felt dry on my bubbling skin.

I noticed him, and slowly turned my head toward his direction, despite the pain in my neck begging me to stop. He was skinny, and really short; a puny looking person. It looked like his hair was the type that broke into curls in the rain, because his long-ish blonde hair was already making twizzles at the tips. He wore a white doctors uniform with a black blazer on top, and looked around 30; but his eyes looked no more than a day old, all fresh and watery, and a crystal blue colour that stood out like fireworks.

He came over to me, a fake smile stuck to his lips as he lifted me up and carried my body through the deceased others and the splashing of rain mixing with the blood.

I let out a cry when the first drops of rain hit the cut, and he attempted to cover my slashed leg with his arm. The heat radiated off of him, and even though he wasn't touching me, I could feel the burning sensation creep out and start to make it's way over.

I assumed I was heading for a stretcher, like the others had been; but instead of walking towards the nearest station, he went left.

Once we were far away from the main havoc, he laid me down on a nearby bench. I tried not to scream as my back touched the wooden surface, it's contact enough to pull me into a different level of pain. He stood up again, grinning as the slim, curly haired figure he decieved me as turned into something else entirely. Slowly but surely, his body started to become something new.

The transformation started at the tip of his head, his sunshine hair turning hazelnut and fluffy. Next was his face, gradually getting more toned and sharp-looking. The only thing that didn't change was his eyes, their sparkling feature still intact. Eventually I was looking at a tall and muscular guy, and one that looked half the age of what I had thought at first.

Then it hit me,

He was a kid too.

"Oh, little girl. What have you done?"