Undo

I. Preternatural

Saying that I wasn't normal was an understatement. I saw things. Unexplainable, strange things. I've seen them since I was born, dark silhouettes of people. People I never met, nor seen in my entire life. Some would just pass me, not knowing that I was watching them from the corner of my eye. In some cases others would just stand there watching me instead. And I would pretend that I didn't see them at all.

I would call these beings Umbras.

I never told a soul about what I saw. Not even my mother, nor my best friend. I was scared. Scared that they would think I'm insane. Maybe that's what I am. Insane.

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I woke up an hour before my alarm. My hair was an absolute tangled mess. But instead of trying to go back to sleep, I decided to sketch. I grabbed my sketchbook which I always hid under my pillow. I drew my dream. I dreamt of a handsome man, with a chiseled jaw line. And oh his lips, so full and seemingly soft to the touch. But what stood out the most was his eyes, whenever I thought of them I would freeze. His eyes were cold, but held a lot of mystery within them. Secrets that could only be trusted with him.

I finished the sketch a few minutes before my alarm rang. I only stared at the drawing and sighed, I've had these dreams since I was born. They were never forgotten and they became memories within my entire being. I treasured every one of them, especially this one.

I heard a knock at my door. My head immediately turned to it, almost causing whiplash.

"Iva?" I heard my mother's sweet voice call me."Are you awake?"

I hid my sketchbook under my pillow. "Uh, yes I am."

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure." I crossed my legs and leaned against the headboard.

My mother walked in my bedroom in a white nightgown. My mother and I looked almost identical. We both had dark brown hair, and a lean figure. The only thing I inherited from my absent father was our height. Or so I was told. I was paler than my mother and I inherited these cold, dull grey eyes.

She playfully rubbed my knee and smiled,"You're turning 16 in a few days. Time has passed by way too fast."

"I know Mom." I smiled. Time has definitely passed faster than expected.

"There's something I have been keeping from you. But that's all in due time."

I frowned immediately. My mother and I shared everything. Well not everything. But I still felt betrayed that she hid something from me. But my guilt was even bigger, because I also hid something from her.

"I-" My alarm interrupted me.

"Get ready for school honey." She smiled and ruffled my already messy hair. She walked out of my bedroom.

I walked into the bathroom and stripped out of my pajamas. I took a quick shower and got ready for school. I put on a beanie and a jacket because it seemed that winter was coming earlier than expected. I walked to the bus stop and met Bex there.

Bexley Abernathy is my best friend since pre-school. She is a perky blonde with blue eyes. She was absolutely gorgeous, I always questioned why she hung out with me. She could have any boy she liked but instead she stuck with a bore like me. And I was happy because of that we always trusted each other and had good memories of each other. I couldn't wish for anything better.

"Iva!" She ran to me and squeezed me.

"We saw each other yesterday." I snickered.

"You were supposed to do the baywatch thing and run into me and hug me. But you ruined the moment. You obviously didn't miss me as much as I missed you." She pouted.

I rolled my eyes,"I missed you and your charm."

"Why is it so fucking cold? God dammit." She rubbed her hands together as an attempt to gain some warmth.

"I don't mind it actually." White specks began to fall from the sky.

"It's fucking snowing in the middle of September!" She screamed. Every teenager in close proximity to us groaned and rubbed their ears in pain.

"You're making a scene. It's just snow. It's not going to hurt you." I scolded her.

"It's supposed to be fall!" She whined and stomped her feet. The bus came in time before the snow pelted us even further.

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When we got out of the school bus, everyone was rushing to get inside. Bex was running while pulling me with her. That is until she fell on her ass.

"Oh fucking shit." She winced in pain.

I stood there laughing at her.

"Help me get up, you fucker." She yelled.

I ignored her and walked inside and to my locker.

"I hate you." She dramatically cried.

"No you don't." I said as I was getting my books out. Unfortunately my sketchbook fell out of my bag. And Bex picked it up.

"Holy shit. This guy is good looking." She was looking at the sketch I drew this morning.

"Ms. Abernathy, I beg of you to stop saying such vulgar words." Mrs. Hansen scolded.

"I won't Mrs.Hansen! Love ya! See you next period!" Bex threw air kisses at Mrs.Hansen who was nodding to herself.

I snatched my sketchbook away from her,"That is private property mister."

"Who's the guy?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

I clutched the sketchbook to my chest,"Don't worry about it."

She only arched an eyebrow but didn't question me any further,"Okay. But we have to talk later. I have big birthday plans for you!"

I groaned, knowing that she's probably planning something stupid for my stupid birthday.

"Yeah! You're not getting away with this birthday this year!" She yelled as the bell rang.

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I quickly sat in my desk which was filled with my doodles from the first few weeks of school. I know it's called vandalizing but being bored in Ms.Gem's classroom was inevitable. Ms.Gem was a short, plump old woman who didn't give a care in the world. And she was anything but a gem, she constantly criticized everyone and gave the worst assignments and partners.

Last year she paired Chrissie and James, who were ex's. And they constantly screamed at each other and Ms.Gem did absolutely nothing, or so I have heard. Which is why I always dreaded this class and it's projects. She was our health/sex ed teacher, and everyone in the school had to take this class because it was a graduation requirement.

My desk was all the way in the back, where I could isolate myself because I didn't share the same first period with Bex. Everyone sat with their friends, or just avoided me. Maybe they think that I'm some weird little shit. Maybe they know I'm not normal.

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