When Worlds Collide

Chapter 33

TW: DEATH, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, BLOOD, GRIEF?

Kristin Percxio/Kristin Parker

     I walked to my room calmly, but the tears streaming down my eyes, which started right after I reached the stairs, said the opposite.

     All these years, I moved on because I thought the murderer of my family, my entire planet, died because someone was brave and strong enough to kill them.

     But now...

     "I need to find them. I need them to feel the same pain." I mumbled to myself as I fell into eternal darkness.

     I kept falling and falling. Faceless people from my past speaking to me. Not faceless, citizens of Faltor.

     "This is the future of our legacy? She could have prevented our death! She is not worthy."

     "No- no I didn't know—" I tried to say, but more of them appeared.

     "She let her planet die and ran away like a coward!" One of them said, pointing at me.

     "I was forced into the ship—"

     "I lost my child because of you!" A women wailed out; part of her face burned. She also pointed at me.

     "I'm sorry—" I tried to say again, tears streaming down my face. I tried to run, but all of them stepped closer, surrounding me and blocking all exits.

     "You at least could have fought for us!" Someone else shouted out, which made everybody nod with him. My throat closed up, not able to justify myself. They all stepped closer, pointing at me. All of them have fatal injuries, which were either burns or deep cuts.

     "Do you care that little for us?" I tried to say something, but my voice was gone.

     "You could have fought alongside us!" A child said, most of his face and arms burned off, his leg missing. He had to fight too? While I was running away, like a coward?

     "We fought to keep you alive! And now you forget about us?" Another one said to me, trying to grab my hair.

     "YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST DIED!" He yelled out. No, I shouldn't have. It wasn't my fault that my parents refused to train me. I couldn't help them because I didn't learn how to use it.

     All the creatures started to heal. They all looked at me, dumbstruck. Until their wounds reopened.

     All of them wailed in pain, as they slowly relived their death. They all pointed at me, shouted at me.

     I sat down, put my head on top of my knees, and blocked out everything as my nostrils picked up the scent of rotting flesh, my ears heard their wailing and screaming. I then remembered my parents, my sister. Did I kill them too?

     I miss them...

     And as if by command, all the burning corpses and blood immediately faded, and my legs, which I had no control over, made me get up run. I was running and running until I reached a door.

     I ran through the door and was in a shorter body?

     Oh, I was 5 years old again.

     How?

     "What are you thinking about?" A woman's voice spoke. Not a woman...

     Mother.

     "Mom? Is that you?" I said, trembling.