Green, White, and Blue ~ A KotLC tale...

˗ˏˋ70: Sophie'ˎ˗

I awoke the same way I went to sleep. In darkness. There were small lights in whatever room I was in, and a body in a chair beside me, but the faint outline of the windows was dark. The machines were bright. They hurt my eyes.

I shifted myself up, wincing in the pain throughout my body and head. The body in the chair sat up, rubbing sleep or exhaustion from their eyes. My sight was too blurry to see who it was.

"Sophie? Oh honey." I recognized my mom's voice immediately and she sat down next to me and pulled me into her arms. It hurt, but I gritted my teeth against it so I could just be held by my mom.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice scratchy. The last thing I could remember was being in the interrogation room, and my head hurt so bad.

"Trix, the man who was getting interrogated, he has... powers. You don't have to worry about him now," She quickly stated, misreading the worry on my face, "some government branch is coming to get him, see what he can do. But basically, what I heard was that a strong gust of wind blew from him, throwing you through the glass." Her voice hitched at the words, but the resurfacing memories hurt less than the way her eyes turned glossy.

And the fear that filled my body, fear that his powers got discovered, fear of my powers getting discovered—once I thought of that, I couldn't think of anything else. I can never tell my parents, not with the disgust in my mom's voice.

"What... What's going to happen to him?" I asked, trying to mask the fear of my own future with the fear my mom expects. Fear of Trix.

"No clue. We just know he's really locked down right now, no chance of him getting out. Nothing like this has ever been seen before, so many precautions are being taken." I watched as a small smile spread across her face. "We had to sign a billion NDA's and agreements not to say anything."

I didn't respond, just leaned into my mom, into her arms, and stayed there for the rest of the day.

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"Miss Foster?" I drew my eyes away from the TV just long enough to look at the face that belonged to the voice in the doorway, turning my attention back to my show immediately after.

"What's up?" I asked, not realizing that by saying that I invited him to turn off the TV—the show I was watching—and sit in the seat closest to my hospital bed. The doctors said I would be cleared later that day, so I was just wasting time until then. Only I was planning on just binging stuff, not having some serious talking to by the guy that suspiciously knew everything about everything.

"I wanted to give you time, after your cousin's house blew up and all of this happened, but I have to ask now. I'm aware that you had access to the journal, read through it. What do you remember?" Mr. Forkle asked me.

"All of it?" I asked, phrasing it like a question. "Photographic memory that you gave to me." I wanted to laugh as a slight blush rose to his cheeks.

"Yes, of course. Here, I have this," he handed me a journal similar to my parents', "can you write down everything it said?" I nodded, taking it from him. I don't know exactly how it worked, but I didn't remember anything that the journal actually said. I just remembered what the pages looked like, and it was like I was reading it in my mind. I brought the first page to the front of my mind, taking the pencil Forkle was handing me and getting ready to start writing. Only, when I looked down on the page, an exact replica of the words I had been envisioning, in my parents' handwriting, was already on the page. My eyes widened in shock. Forkle took the book from me, looking at it himself.

"Projection." He whispered, more to himself than to me. "You... you projected the page from your mind into this book. We thought... but we never actually believed..."