The Secret Society

Chapter 1 - A quick look in the mirror

As I finished reading I couldn't help but read it again. I didn't understand, she'd refused to tell me all my life, why now? I have always known there was something different about her, but i couldn't pinpoint it. I loved my grandmother but she kept me in the dark and it was frustrating. I have asked her time and time again but she just says 'It's nothing for you to worry about dear'. So much for trying to hide it, she just confirmed my theories. Well I suppose not, she confirmed she was different but I would hae known that without a conformation.

I recieved the letter this morning in my grandmothers will and immediately went up to my bedroom to open it. I was confused, what secret heritage? Clearly something I couldn't talk about so who was I supposed to ask for help. 

I had been brought up to go to others for help but this time it was different. Just reading it I could here the urgency she wrote this line with. The ink was thick and splotchy, there were tiny holes in the parchment she had written upon. It was weird, you could see her emotions in her handwriting. When she was talking about how blessed we were her writing was soft and curly, gentle. She believed every word she wrote which made me believe them too. My grandma was many things, but a liar she was not. Every word she said was the truth and if she thought ill of someone she would just simply not say she liked them.   

I loved my grandmother and I knew she had loved me too but there was always something I didn't know about her and now I have the feeling I am very close to finding out. The only problem was where was her story, it's all very well her telling me I'm allowed to hear it but she hadn't given it too me inside the letter. I didn't understand. Was I supposed to find it, or had she simply run out of time to write it? 

Sighing I got up and walked over to my drawers, pulled out a hairbrush and wandered to my mirror. My breath cut short, my breathing became ragged because it was there again, the white tiger behind the startling silver that was my eyes. It was pacing back and forward as if waiting to break out of me. My eyes were scary, that's why I only have one friend, people cower before me. It's helpful sometimes, it's really easy to get my way, but everywhere you go people avoid looking at you, as if you've got something really gruesome on your face. 

The pupils of my eyes are solid silver, with a ring of colour like everyone else. The only thing is the colour of my eyes changes, the silver pupils stay the same but the colour varies between pink, red,black, green, blue and, well whatever other colours you can think of. The ring changes colour but is always striped like a tiger. My friend says how lucky I am, how pretty my eyes are but they cause me nothing but trouble. When I was only five years old I was some sort of lab rat, I went through all sorts of tests so people could try to understand how my eye colour is possible, I was different always have been.

I think my grandmother had the same eyes as me,which would explain where I get it from, i'm sure I saw them but every time I looked closer they went wide, then she shut them and when they opened again they were blue, like anyone elses'. It was as if she was putting up a false shield, afraid she would go through what I went through. My thoughts pondered on this a bit more then I realised, what if she was putting up a shield? What if this was one of the similarities between us that set us apart from ordinary people? What if?  

Obviously she was planning for me to hear her story but why not leave it with my letter? I guess she might have thought that I would be clever enough to find it myself, but it just doesn't seem like her. I genuinely didn't know what to do. My head was swirling with questions, my mind was whirring and my breathing was out of control, the tiger continued to prowl in the mirror and I couldn't take it any more. I reached up to touch my forehead and felt little beads of sweat trickling down from my hairline. My breath caught in my throat, my temperature was slowly creeping up . My hands were clammy and my head was spinning. I shut my eyes for a minute, took a deep breath and went over to get my glass of water from beside my bed and I was only a few steps away when everything went black...