My eyes felt heavy as the tears weighed them down as I stared closely at August. His arms were wrapped around my body and I felt his heart beating loudly against my arm. Each beat felt like a sharp pain riding up my arm as I stared at the blood-covered bed. My feet were just poking out of the blanket as I started painfully sobbing. My heart felt like it was just squashed and then blown up like a balloon. My body felt so sore, but the pain didn't compare to the feeling I felt inside of my mind.
Death was circling in and out of my mind as it was inches closer to death, but with those doors, I thought I was making the right choice by choosing death. In a split second, I heard my child calling out to me to come play with them. It felt like an addiction I was ready to feed, the love of a child. The love I have been looking for since I was a child. A switch to follow life instead of death.
Now I am back to reality with August staring deep into my eyes as if searching that I was there. I felt my connection breaking from him the second I stepped into that door and I wonder if he felt it too. Reading into his thoughts was pointless at this moment because I felt his overwhelming sadness slowly turning to anger.
He was too angry to say anything to me, so I took a deep breath and looked at everyone around me. His parents, my mother, Laura, and Luca before raising my eyebrow. "You have been dead for the last twenty minutes, Willowmine, did you see the doors?" My mother said lightly and I nodded my head at her, before raising my eyebrow at her.
"Doors?" Luca said quietly as tears were falling from his face.
"What are the doors?" Laura with a crackled voice.
"There was a door of death. I felt her go inside of it, before she died," August angrily said in a low tone, before brushing my bloody hair out of my face. He was afraid to let go of me. I felt tears falling down my face.
"You saw the door? Your powers shouldn't have matured that quickly," Antionette said quickly with worry surrounding her voice. She touched my arm before her hand left rather quickly.
"Every person I have met with death powers has two doors to live or die if they kill themselves or they accidentally die. I have died four times, once by choice, when I cursed you, when I blew up the lab, and when someone stabbed me. Nothing is scarier than giving the choice of living or dying to a person filled with depressive thoughts and builds a lack of care. It was different for you, wasn't it?" My mother said lightly and I nodded my head again.
"I was thrown into two different visions, death was filled with my funeral and I stared at my lifeless body. I was at peace and safe," I felt a hard grip against my arm and I looked at August, but his eyes looked emotionless. "Life was August and I was with our seven-year-old son and I was pregnant with another child. We had freedom. I was happy, but when I fell into a pit of darkness. I just looked at the two different doors. I was drifting towards death and it seemed so selfish now, but I wanted to be at peace, so I stepped through," I felt the hard grip again on my arm before frowning. "Our son wanted to play with me which is why I came back. I wanted the love that I never had as a child," I saw my mother flinch at my words before August shook his head.
"Just as I thought, your visions played into your choices. I am glad that you stayed, Willowmine," I nodded my head at my mother's words before trying to sit up in bed. August angrily pushed me back down kind of hard before I heard Antionette coughing as everyone nodded their heads and started to leave.
"Be angry at me, August," I said lightly as everyone already left before he let go of me and sat next to me in a chair.
"You are a big fancy mind reader, so tell me, Willow, am I just angry at you?" He said harshly before I began sitting up, if we were having this conversation then I needed to at least be sitting for it. I shook my head lightly at his words before he let out a sigh. "Why would dying be better for everyone else?"
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Visions
Ciencia Ficción16-year-old orphan, Maraline Paisley-Bynes, gets sent to her last foster home in Waynesville, North Carolina. She has always felt like an outsider with her all-black aesthetic and completely covered in tattoos and piercings. For her entir...