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Present Day October 4th
The last thing I remembered was running away. A loud, scary explosion broke my eardrums as I ran as far as I could go. I could barely make out a ghostly figure, shimmering through the dark sky like a mirage. It was almost like it was following the explosions, laughing and smiling evilly each time it got worse. As far as I knew, the only people who were after me was the government. It was because of the "crimes" I've committed with a power that I can't control. Well, according to them the "crime" I've committed is being born with the power I have. It's not like I could control whether I was born with it or not, so it really isn't a big deal. I kept going as far as my legs could take me until a clear, yet puzzling thought ran through my head, "She's after me," and with that I was out.
I aroused to the sweet, tangy smell of berries. Carefully examining my surroundings, I realized how hopeless it was. Oh, great, I was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by overgrown grass and way too many berry bushes. That's probably why the berry smell was so strong. Anyway, so at first, I couldn't remember who I was or what I was doing, but my memories came flooding back. Have you ever taken the tap off of a flooded sink? Remember how all of the water sinks to the bottom? When I was little, I found way too much excitement in simply just staring at the sink as the water spun and spun and spun until finally getting into the drain. Well, that's how the memories came back. Fragmented pieces of it spun around until they brought themselves to make sense. Yet, I still couldn't remember who I was.
A few minutes went by and my memories started flashing by. Visions of the past blurred my vision and I remembered everything.
Suddenly, I remembered who I was. I am Kyra Osborn and I am one of the wanteds. See, "The wanteds" seems like an intimidating name. It sounds like I'm an evil criminal. Almost like one of those criminals they demand to have caged up in a high security vault, normally in some "top secret location," as they call it. Yet, I'm not like that. I was born with the ability to lava bend and the government wants to lock me up somewhere. "The wanteds" is a name the government gives us for superhumans, or people with special powers. Of course, they won't accept us the way we are, so I was forced into hiding for basically my whole life. Well, if anything it was more like running for my life, since they always managed to find me. All my life I've been dodging explosives, hiding from the government, and running away, so it didn't really alarm me how strange the last day had been. However, it was different than most of my everyday challenges and something about it really disturbed me. The creepy, ghostly girl that had been following the explosions triggered an old memory. The weird thing is that it wasn't a memory of mine, it was almost like one of my family members had a memory that was so strong that it was passed down through the family line. Something like that, I'm not sure. I mean, I'm honestly just making up excuses to why I would remember something that hadn't even happened to me.
The gears in my brain started to work and I had an idea. Well, maybe I could play the old memory through my mind with a lot of concentration. I mean, it was a memory from one of my past family members, so how hard could it be to remember it? I knew for sure that this ghost presented a new danger and I had to find out why.
I sat down cross legged on the squishy grass and closed my eyes. "Concentrate," I thought. I remembered watching something like this on tv once. There was this lady teaching people proper breathing, but of course I had payed no attention to it and I had no idea how to *properly breath* now. So, I just breathed normally and somehow I brought myself back to the attention of the memory of the ghost.
Once I was deep in my thoughts, blurry images started flashing by.
An innocent man. A dark sky. The same ghostly girl. The man cursed. Overwhelming darkness. Death.
So, I saw it. I saw it all. Everything that had happened on that dark day: October 4th, 1984.
Everything started to hit me and I realized why this ghost was after me. Maybe the curse had been passed down through my family members and now...now it was my turn.
I opened my eyes and brought myself back to reality. The first thing I had to do was go someplace safe where I could hide from both the ghost and the government. It was what I had done my whole life, when the ghost wasn't chasing me. Well, how different could it be now? I could just avoid her the way I had avoided the government. Yet, something told me that it would be different now. Everything had changed.
I marched over to the nearest tree and leaned against it, watching the squirrels run around. I kind of wished I was a squirrel. All they had to do was scurry around and collect nuts. I had to dodge explosives.
I settled down under the tree with my bag of belongings, my only belongings. Inside was my sketchbook (which I had found lying on the ground in the middle of my first run away attempt), an old, moldy sandwich that I had kept for emergencies (normally I steal food), a pendant in the shape of a heart filled with lava (I have no idea where it came from. I just sorta had it my whole life), a water bottle, pencil, and a bunch of leaves I had collected (I collect leaves. Weird hobby, I know). Anyway, so I took out my sketchbook and the pencil. Flipping through the torn up pages, I came to fresh, clean page. See, every day I would draw what had happened that day. I had been doing that since the very first time I'd run away, back when I was a toddler, since, well that's when I had started running away. Actually, since my birth, probably, but that's my first memory that I can remember. So, I sketched out the scene and almost scared myself at the thought of drawing that evil ghost, but I did it.
I drew the black eye sockets. I drew the bumps on her skin. I drew her wrinkles and imperfections that gave me goosebumps. I drew the blond hair, that swayed in the wind. I drew the pitch black dress. I drew the dark sky surrounding her and I could imagine it. I could imagine her standing there like a mirage. It was something that would haunt me for days. *Is the repetition good here? Or does it sound sort of weird?*
I laid there against the tree, envisioning her dark silhouette, one I did not want to encounter. The minutes went by and my eyelids shut tight as I was led into a deep sleep.
That night I dreamt that she was watching me. She was watching me sleep, her eye sockets glued to me. I remember feeling frightened, trying to call for help, but she came to me and destroyed me. I saw her black eye sockets up close and I woke up with a start.
At first I was relieved to be safe, but then I opened my eyes and I saw two eyes peering down at me.
