Hidden - (On Hold)

Prologue - The Day to Remember

Prologue- A Day to Remember

Kathleen's POV

There is something so comforting in knowing you're not alone. That out there, somewhere, there may be someone having similar experiences and struggles. That someone might be able to relate to your pain. But then again, knowing you're not alone can be terrifying. Knowing that there will always be someone looking at you; judging you. Not knowing your story but so keen to label you in their mind as friend or foe.

So many times in my life I have been hoping for someone to see and relate to my pain but more often than not, they see me as a foe. So I ran. I ran as fast as I could.

FREAK!!! COWARD!! LOSER!! BITCH!! MUTANT!!

It was so loud. No matter how much I ran their voices followed. I kept hoping to find anyone who would just stop and listen before they made their label. And I did... but I was blinded by the enemies around me. I was stuck. I only saw darkness when there was so much light trying to guide me...

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I wake up in a pool of sweat. I try to calm my breath as I sit up. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Knowing I won't be able to get back to sleep, I decided to take a long shower before I get dressed and make breakfast for myself and my friends. When I get out of the shower I catch my reflection in the mirror.

I can't help but stare. My platinum blonde hair drape down my back, ending right above my butt. My slim silhouette looked fake, my grey eyes were dull and lifeless. They had dark bags from countless sleepless nights. I looked dead. Once I pulled myself away, I put on some light makeup, got dressed and headed downstairs.

Before we continue there are some fundamental things you should know. First, My name is Kathleen Anderson. I am the second child of three. Secondly, my entire family is dead. Thirdly, Wave Energy is what keeps our hearts beating. It also gives everyone a gift. Gifts are like powers. Some people are gifted two "powers", but any more than that is rare. Fourthly, I go to a college designed to train people, with more than 2 abilities, to control their gifts. And lastly, I was born without Wave Energy and have no gifts.

The doctors told my parents that I should be dead. Yet, somehow, I was the poster child of good health. My mom died after giving birth to my brother and I. They said, "Her Wave Energy was too low for it to sustain her heartbeat." We lost my brother the same day. I don't know what from, but my guess is lack of W.E.

My friends, Gunta Boo and Jacob Time, tell me that they don't care if I have gifts or not, but I'm not sure if I believe them. It's pretty hard to feel wanted when the college you go to is for the "Powerfully Gifted" and you don't have a single powerful cell in the entirety of your body. I was only accepted because I had training in agility and strength.

Since it's a Saturday, I figure Gunta won't be up till noon so, it'll just be me and Jacob. I felt my face heat up at the thought of him and I eating together. I guess you could say I have a crush on him, just don't tell Gunta! She has been "shipping" us since our senior year of high school and we are starting our fifth semester, or third year of college this fall.

We all bought a condo together last year. There is a small kitchen that connects to the living room. It has a couch, a coffee table, and a 40 inch TV. Down the hall on the right is a Jack-and-Jill bedroom and bathroom set. You have Gunta's room that leads to a bathroom, that's also connected to Jacob's room on the right. You can also go into Jacob's room by going through the door at the end of the hall. My room is on the left. I am lucky enough to get a bathroom all to myself. However, I do tend to find Gunta using the mirror in the morning to do her make-up and hair. Not that I'm complaining. Gunta has short, purple, curly hair, that I would kill to have.