Healer

Chapter 1- Skylar

April 15, 2004 Geneva, New York(past)

What's happening?
Where am I?
I can't see anything.
"Sky, wake up." The voice softly whispered inside me. It always said the same thing. Every time I close my eyes. "Sky wake up, wake up!"
My eyes shot open and I sat up. I breathed in and out heavily as my heart pumped faster and faster.
Once I saw where I actually was again, I calmed down. I admit it. I'm afraid to close my eyes.
"Sky?" The doctor asked. I forgot he was here. "Yes doctor?" He took his blue inked pen out of his breast pocket and scribbled words onto a paper. I looked at him curiously. "What are you writing?" I asked more demanding then I intended to be. He chuckled and put his clipboard on the counter behind him.
"I was writing the time." He said smiling. "For?" I asked more innocently this time. He scooted his chair forward. "I was writing the time for how long you were unconscious." His pale face became serious. I slumped back down on the bed.
"I was unconscious? For how long?" "An hour." He said sympathetically. I looked at him in shock. "That's not possible. It felt like seconds." I got off the medical bed and paced around the room. He just stared at me curiously.

"Would you like some sauce with those nails?" He asked chuckling deeply. I looked at him shyly and slowly put my hands away from my mouth.

"Look Sky, I know your confused or even scared, but that's why I'm here. I'm here to help you through this. It's my duty as a doctor, you are my patient." He said smiling at me. I waved him off and turned around facing the window. I looked at the view with water building up in my eyes. It was beautiful, almost fantasy-like.
He walked up next to me and looked at me. I avoided his glare and looked at the ground.
"I'm scared." My voice cracks and I break down crying. "I don't know what to do anymore. I can't live like this." I said truthfully.
He forced my eyes to look at his and spoke with a stern voice. "Sky, I am 65 years old. My life has been lived, and I lived a great one. You, you are 18. Your life is just beginning, and you need to live it, like I did mine. I can help you, but you need to trust me." His voice was soft and sympathetic. I looked at him and wiped the tears off my cheeks leaving them pink.
"Ok." I said smiling.
"Ok." He said back laughing. I couldn't help but laugh too.

~August 26, 2015 (present day)~

I pushed onto the brakes of my car and then parked it sloppily on the side of the barren street. I let out a small sigh, got out of the car, and slammed the door shut behind me.
My car beeped and the headlights glowed to let me know it was locked. I stopped at the curb and looked out at the seemingly never ending cemetery.

The roses in my hand bloomed beautifully and I was happy for that split second. Until I looked up again and remembered what was ahead of me.
I took in a huge gulp of air and stepped over the curb and onto the perfectly watered grass. Graves of all different sizes and shapes were scattered around me. There were varieties of names carved upon them.
Only one of which, I bothered reading. And it stood right in front me. Fresh and peaceful. Small tears ran down my cheeks and I fell to my knees. I read it once more. Like I do every Wednesday.
Here lies George Edward Well
Beloved husband, father, friend, brother, and "Doctor"
I smiled at the last word. "Doctor."
Then I moved my eyes below and read more.
Born February 10, 1945
Died June 19, 2015
Not bothering to wipe the tears off my face I picked up the wilted roses off the ground and put them in my bag, where I then put the fresh ones in front of the tombstone softly. I perfected them and then stood up straight.
My mouth forced a small, unwanted smile. "I miss you Doc." I whispered to the grave.
Struggling to hold in tears I sniffed quickly and turned around. My footsteps created faint echo's across the field of graves.
When I reached my car I opened the drivers door and slumped into the seat lazily.
My car turned on without any effort and I hesitantly moved the car forwards a few feet.
I looked into the mirror above me seeing only my eyes and saw them glowing a bright yellow and surging with energy. Every year the light grows thicker in my eyes and causes so much more things than the last.
Then suddenly my skin and golden blonde hair started to glow. I could see the amount of energy flowing through me in my skin. It was so powerful, so mind controlling. I then became overflowed with anger and punched the mirror.
It broke into a dozen pieces. My heart slowed itself down and I sighed heavily. My hand calmly fingered the empty space where the mirror was.
After a few moments the yellow energy circled away from my fingertips and into the mirror. The energy crowded around the black handle where the mirror once was and became invisible to the normal eye for just a few seconds.
The yellow energy tinkled and uncovered the mirror. It flowed through the car for a couple moments and then disappeared into thin air.
I looked at the mirror only to find it put together again. Perfectly. It was clear of all fingerprints, showed no trace of ever being broken.