HandPrints

(Ronnie)

 I slowly sat up in my bed and rubbed my temples. The nights were getting easier and easier to get through as the days went by. I took in deep breaths of air, attempting to calm myself down. This was  what I did in the morning. I guess you could call it my normal morning routine. I laughed silently to myself like I could classify as normal.

  Opening my eyes I turn to the big window right next to the side of my bed. Slowly, I pull the curtains apart as I held my breath. The sun rays pierced into the dark room bringing light. Hand prints of all sizes were faintly seen on the clear glass. Every morning after THEY have left, their hand prints are left behind and everyday more keep coming.

   My gift is starting to get out of control. It's over powering and scary. You can hardly call it a gift because it resembles more of a curse. I've had it as long as I can remember and I'm surprised my parents haven't put me in one of those mental places for crazy people. My last event should've had me sent away but my parents decided a move would be more suitable.

  Fine by me I mean it's not like I had any friends or a life worth missing. Sure I'm classified as a freak. 'the girl who talks to herself'. But I'm putting all of that behind me and starting a life worth living. I don't want to be afraid anymore. I have learned to ignore it but sometimes they scare me. I try my best to act normal but it's hard when their everywhere and nights the worst for me.

  Getting off my bed I walk across my room. Boxes were every where and stacked up on each other. Today we as in My mom, dad, and my 5 year old twin brothers. Ben and Tim. Were all moving to San Diego, California. Away from this hell hole, literally.

 I pushed open the door to my bathroom and turned on the shower. Staring at myself in the mirror I took In my dark black hair that fell down to my hips and my eyes were a dark grey like storm clouds that had beautiful thick eyelashes. My body was skinny, toned, and my skin was pale but not in a sick way But in some weird dimension I was actually pretty.

   The mirror started to fog up and I pressed my hand against the mirror and pulled it away. Leaving a handprint( It was an old habit of mine). I removed all my clotheing and stepped into the warm, stress free shower. I rubbed at the tense muscles in my neck. Last nights dream left me on the edge. The little boy in my dreams was so helpless as he drowned in the bottomless, dark lake.  It was only a dream. ONLY A DREAM.

  Shutting off the water I stepped out knowing my dad wanted to leave before noon. Drying off my body I stepped into my room with the towel rapped around me. I slipped on my bra and underwear and stared at my pile of packed clothes. Since we were going to be in a car for a awfully long time I grabbed black sweats and a black tank top. I rolled up the baggy sweats until it was up to my knee and rolling the top of the pants down hoping to make them fit better.

  I glanced at my appearance. Ehhh, decent. Walking down the hallway I made my way to the kitchen were noise was echoing through the empty house.

 " Hey, sweetie," My mom smiled at me as I sat on the ground with the twins. Where Our table use to be.  Ben and Tim had black curly hair and blue eyes. Dimples that showed every time they smiled and freckles that dotted their checks and nose. The only way you could tell them apart was from the birth mark Ben had on his neck that kind of looked like a sock. Well, at least that was my opinion.

 "Morning," I turned around to flash her a smile. My mom had dyed dirty blond hair and blue eyes. Her weight was averaged around normal and she mostly wore stuff that kept her comfy. Well, what can you say she had twins to take care of. My dad was by the fridge pouring himself a glass of milk. He was tall and had dark black curly hair and hazel eyes. He was the kind of person that always listened and never judged.

  I glanced at Tim and stole a biscuit from his plate when he wasn't looking and happily started eating it. He turned around glaring at me with his mouth set in a pout, arms crossed over his chest.

  "Give it back," Tim said through clenched teeth. I would give it back but breakfast was already gone and I was starving plus he had like three already.

  " I'll buy you a cookie on our way to California?" I suggested because I didn't want him going into one of his tantrums. His face softened up and glanced away.

  "Chocolate chip," He said quietly and I agreed.

 "Alright kiddo's start getting in the van. It's time to go." He said enthusiastically.

 I picked up Tim while mom got Ben and I walked out the door as fast as I could. Wanting to put some distance between me and the house. Lets just say my childhood here wasn't the best. Mom started to buckle up Ben in his car seat and I did the same with Tim. I got in the back of the car, the twins in the middle and the parents up front.

  "And off we go," Dad said as the car suddenly was set in motion. I watched the land pass by from my window as we finally left town and mountains, cactus, and dirt started to come into view. I was not going to miss Arizona one bit. I hated the hot air and lac of rain. The place was to dried up. To dead.

  I cringed slightly from the word. That one word represents my gift. It is my gift. I see things, things that should not be seen. People that haven't moved on. Humans that still walk the earth, Ones that should be dead. I see their faint presence, that no on else can see.

  I see ghost.

 Dead people.

I shivered slightly from the thought. They walk around just like we do, going about their daily life's as if they haven't died. Some are normal and just want someone to talk to while others are scary and deadly. I'm the only one that can see them and they come to me for some reason. I never know what they want But some blame me for there problems and make my life like hell. Deep down I know there's some way I can control it but the thing is I don't know how.

  That very thought alone terrifies me but surprisingly I'm use to them and treat them like normal people. They look normal they really do just like they did before something happened to them. I rarely see the ones that show what they looked like before they died. I call the ones that obviously had a bad soul the yellow eyes. I know crazy but the ones that actually are scary have these yellow glow that just chills you to the bone. Those yellow eyed ghost I fear.

  I was truly grateful when small stores, sand, and the deep blue ocean came into view. I was getting a fresh start. Now that I knew how to hide the fact I saw dead people. I really was going to try to make my life normal. No longer going to live in fear. No one knew my secret, my parents just knew something was wrong and always believed me when I said something that sounded insane. It must of been my expression that always made them believe me.

 Once I saw that my brothers were fast asleep I glanced at the back of my dad's head.

"Thanks dad," I whispered. I really loved him for just up and leaving his settled life to help is troubled daughter.

  "Anything," he smile and we both went into a comfortable silence. I gazed out the window when suddenly a pair of hand prints appeared and I jumped back in shock as I gasped. They already found me. I closed my eyes and laid down on the leather seats. Whispering to myself they're not all bad Ronnie over and over. My last encounter wasn't the best.

  I didn't realize how fast time went by when the car finally came to a stop. I slowly sat up." Where here," dad said. I looked at my house. My new house and smiled.

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