Dark Places

Chapter 1

Yeah, I’m a freak. What’s it to you? So what if I’m a mutant? Why would you care? I’m not your average teenager. I’ve got powers. I ain’t talking about that fake Superman crap. I guess you could say I’m special. I’ve got wings. Not something you see every day.  I can morph into anything feline. Pretty original. I can read minds. That one’s a little cliché. But I can see things. No not dead people. I see things from the past, present and the future. Kinda cool if you ask me.

          I’ve been stuck in foster care since I was six. I’ve been adopted five times. Each time sent back because I am apparently a troubled child. I admit I have anger issues. Severe. I get kicked out of just about every school. I get into fights, cuss out teachers, and flip off the principal every once in a while. When I do go, I usually stay away from people. I’m my own group. The creepy, dark, morbid chick. But I like it that way.

          The fosters I’m with now watch me like a hawk. They know something is up. They say they’ve heard me sneaking out of my window at night. I mean seriously what do they think? I’m a freakin’ teenager of course I sneak out. But most of the time I go out to fly. I can’t explain the way it feels. The way the cool night wind brushes over my white speckled wings. The way it feels to dive and pull up just before I kiss the earth. The way I feel as if I could fly up and touch the moon. It’s basically impossible to not go out and fly.

          The fosters are driving me nuts. They are making me paranoid so I figure it’s about time to fly. I don’t want to leave my little brother though. Luke and I have been through too much to leave him now. Luke is also a hybrid but is still young and hasn’t developed any powers yet. Luke is not with me now. But hopefully by midnight tonight, we will be flying away from this hell hole and into a new life in Arizona.

Chapter 2

          I opened the window that lead out to the old oak tree that’s branches hung within reach. I jumped from the edge and flapped once, keeping myself from bending and cracking the branch when I landed. I had to hurry ‘cause if my foster parents found me the jig would be up. I’d be put into a circus or a cage for the world to stare and point at.

          I flapped my wings and soared into the dark, star lit sky. Once I had got high enough up I saved some energy by gliding. The cool night breeze ruffled my feathers as my internal compass told me to fly northwest. I knew that once I was there my gut would let me know it.

          I watched as towns and beautiful lights swept by beneath me. I could feel the tugging in my gut. I began to think that maybe my gut was a little messed up until I saw a yellow square of light. There it was. There was a lone house out in the middle of this field. This had to be it. I could feel it. My brother and I had this very special connection. We knew where each other were even if we didn’t. If that makes sense.

          I let myself flutter down to the ground, landing without a sound. Somehow I knew which window was his. I walked up to the glass and found myself lifting the window panel up. I didn’t even think about if it was the wrong room, or if he would say no. I just, you know, walked in. I heard a whoosh and caught the vase in mid air. Yeah, I told you I had skills. I saw him step out into the light from the window. He was holding a bat, but the minute he saw it was me he dropped it and ran to give me a hug. He is the only person I hug.

He looked me in the eyes and I could see his question perfectly. Why are you here? He was thinking. He knew that I was reading his mind so that was the way we talked. He thought something, I read it, and then I sent him a thought. I’m leaving and I wanted to know if you would come with me, I thought toward him. Well that was a dumb question to ask. Of course I’m comin’ with you!