A Lie Of A Life

What would you do if you found out that your whole life was a lie? That the people you trusted most in the world had lied to you since the time you were 'born' meaning found? What would you do if you found out that your so called normal life would be turned upside down in a matter of seconds?And your best friend turned out to be something only imaginable in horror stories?

Well thats my life now and nothing can change that, no matter how much I wish it could go back to what I knew.

My name is Kelly Ensis, and for the past 16 years of my life everything has been a lie.

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Waking up on the morning of your 16th birthday is supposed to be a great experience for everyone. That, however, was not the case for me.

This morning when I finally managed to drag my sorry ass out of bed, my head began to spin. I also had the worst tooth ache ever. The only way I can come close to describing it would be to imagine tiny needles (which had been set alight) being stabbed in my eyes and every millimeter of my face. Then I don't know... times that by... lets say about 100 maybe?

I can honestly say this was the worst I had ever felt in my life. It was just constant.

Stumbling over to a chair beside my window I grabbed my dressing gown from its back and struggled into it. It probably didn't help that both sleeves were parcially inside out.

Looking over to my left towards the curtained window I found the nerve to open them. As the morning light streamed in I instantly regreted doing so and promptly shut them again. My eyes seemed to burn and everything went white for a matter of seconds before slowly filling in with colour.

Still squinting from that intrution of the light,

I made my way across my room to stand before my chest of draws.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror that hung just above it. Then did a double take. That couldn't be me. The person staring back was to pale.

The one thing that showed any sign of my 'suffering' were the dark circles that seemed to hug my storm grey eyes; the result of an hour and a half of sleep last night.

I stared at the dark smudged under my eyes, which had never before made an appearence, and wished for the first time in my life that I was one of girls who wore (actually owned) make-up. But... I wasn't, so there was nothing I could do.

I had just turned away from the stranger in the mirror and headed for my door when I heard my mother scream. At the sound of the terror in her voice the dizziness instantly disapated.

Ignoring the fact I was still half asleep I ran for he stairs. Without thinking I gripped the banister and vaulted over it, then realised what I had done as the floor rushed up to meet me. My eyes widened just as my feet hit the ground (as gentally as if I had just steped from the bottom stair) and began towards the kitchen where I could still the screams.

Racing down the hall I skidded around the corner and into the kitchen, as well as my mothers back. I grabbed her arm as she started forward and forced her to face me.

"Mum, what is it?" My voice was surprisingly steady which seemed to help my mother as her screams quietened. But she didn't answer just stared at me.

"Mother speak to me!"

When she still didn't answer I glanced around her and froze.

Standing outside the sliding glass door was a semi-transparent figure about 5"7 (and seemed to be continually moving as if mist in the wind) stood staring at me with a look of surprise which almost instantly melted into one of horror. Its hand which rested on the handle of the half open door clenched as if flinched away from me.

My eyes narrowed and I took a defensive step around my mother, placing myself between her and that thing. At the movement the thing gave a strangled cry and stumbled away from the door before turning sharply and sprinting down the garden towards the wooden fence at the bottom. I don't really know what happened next but something came over me and I bolted after it, grabbing one of the kitchen knives from the block on the counter before racing out the door.

As I ran I raised the knife to my lips as words spilled from my mouth, their meaning lost to me. It sounded almost like a blessing of some sort and knife began to glow a brilliant silver. The next phrase that came from me, sounded harsh and dangerous, but again they meant nothing to me.

"Creatura Ventus, magnum in nomine protectoris. Eieci te ab hoc plano!"

As the last word left my lips I drew my arm forward sharply and released the blade, as if throwing a dart. As it left my hand I noticed three things.

First, the blade was thinner and sharper then it had been. Second, the silver glow was now tinted by a buttery yellow and third the fleeing creature now looked scared to death as the glowing blade flew straught towards it.

Unable to evade the knife point, the wind like creature fell to its knees as the blade buried itself in its back, peircing through to its chest. There was a flash of blinding light as the thing fell forwards and seemed to explode in a torent of air which knocked me back about ten paces.

When I looked up again after sheilding my eyes I saw nothing but a plain stainless steal kitchen knife stuck point first in the ground where that thing had stood just moments before.