Hushed

Chapter 11: Realization

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Inspirational Songs:

After Dad's death - Medicine by Daughter

Chapter 11:

"This is..." I trailed off not being able to comprehend what was going on.

"Yes it's her grave," he stated simply.

"Don't you know how people become nightmares? How these pitiful mortals transform into such a powerful and evil creatures?" He spoke.

"I... I'm not really sure and not all of us are evil. At least I'm not but as for you," I nodded towards him," you're far gone."

"Well to sum it up for you, something inside of us snaps. Each one of us is chosen on your twelfth birthday. And they lose three of the closest people. And they lose memory of two, but that one lingers forever in their minds of what a horrible thing they did," he said, glaring at me with devious eyes.

"Well who..." I couldn't finish my sentence before the palm of his hand reached my forehead, projecting memories into my delicate mind.

I was standing on the deck of the pool, but I wasn't the me I knew today, no, that was Jade. The happy little girl who appreciated every breath she took and felt loved and cared for.

I was standing next to a boy who seemed around 8 and it looked as though I had known him for a long while.

A man was in the pool. He bore hair that was as dark as my mother's yet one trait sent him into a sea of diversities.

Even from the distance I was away from them I could see the bright green eyes, the same as mine, and the boy who was standing next to me.

I smiled, realizing I was seeing my dad and my brother for the first time, people my mother never ever talked about.

But if I didn't remember them then where were they...

"No," I whispered as the boy slipped and fell into the water.

Blood clouded the crystal water, shouts from the mouth of my twelve year old self crackled through the torturous air and my father lifted him up, tears in his eyes.

"No," I screamed.

I attempted to move from my spot but it seemed as though I was cemented to the spot.

Many aching minutes passed, paramedics coming in and out and it truly terrified me to know that I had controlled this. That I had been a part of this horrible tragedy.

"Now you see what you did," Dave said, snapping me back to the vacant cemetery.

"What happened to my dad?" I asked, my voice cracking.

He laughed maniacally.

"What happened?" I shouted.

The ground began to spin and I was in my house, the house I had lived in for so many years.

I was standing in the living room, the same arrangements yet I could feel how new everything was.

My father walked out, perhaps to check on me or get a glass of water, but I knew this wouldn't end well.

The ceiling fan's light was the only visible light in the room and it flickered off, leaving him in the dark. He fumbled around, feeling the wall and flipped the switch multiple times, gaining no result.

Not that it was a problem.

The television snapped on, sputtering random words as it danced from channel to channel. He stared at it, a flash of caution tracing his eyes.

I heard footsteps creaking down the stairs, and there I stood.

I stood in a night gown, a blank expression worn on my face as he looked at me with confusion.

"Jade?" he questioned.

I didn't say anything, I just walked towards him, not even in control of what I was doing. He started to choke as I lifted my hand.

He clutched his throat and I watched myself in horror.

This was what really happened.

I wanted to cry out and tell myself to stop but I couldn't since this was merely a memory, a flash back.

It started from his toes, the fire blazing, licking at his flesh, eating up his legs and he was screaming by the time it reached his flesh.

I turned my head, not being able to witness this horrible occurrence.

The second I opened my eyes I was back standing in the graveyard before Isabelle's plot.

"I'm sure you remember that one," he said.

I nodded, tears silently slipping out without a hesitation.

I sniffled, rubbing them away and stared longingly at her grave stone. How could I be such a horrible person. How could I have done that to such innocent people.

"You couldn't control your gift," he stated, reading my thoughts.

"It's not a gift," I said sharply.

"But yes it is my dear. Portraying the images of someone's biggest fears is yet one of the many talents you have," he said.

"I said it's not a gift," I spat venomously.

"And I told you that it is. These pitiful mortals don't have any of your talents!" He countered.

"Yeah well they don't kill people by accident!" I said.

"Car crashes, murders, robberies, kidnapping, suicide, you just have much more class," he said.

"There's nothing classy about the destruction of people. Why did you choose me anyways," I turned around, facing him with a hurt face.

"You really don't understand how special you are Jade do you? You don't understand how much potential you hold and this is just the beginning of it," he stated.

My eyes fluttered open, revealing the ceiling of a tent. I coughed, getting rid of the smudge of fog in my throat.

Propping myself up on my elbows I could see the sun disintegrating below the tree tops. How long had I been unconscious? The last thing I remember was being at the cemetery with Dave but that was at sunrise.

The door flap in front of me opened as Elijah climbed in.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked with much concern in his eyes.

He sat down next to me, draping his arms over his knees.

"Yeah," I smiled.

In less than thirty seconds the rest of our tight knit group was tightly wound into the small tent.

They all asked me what had happened and I explained everything down the last detail down to the color of the shirt my dad was wearing.

But of course it wasn't enough and surprisingly, Ellie and Saunter got into a dispute whether it really happened or not.

The end variables including that it could have been a dream and I passed out. None of them remember anything from the time I grabbed Dave's hand to the time they woke up on the campsite's floor with me in the center.

They had decided to move and now, we were in a secluded part of the realm that was extremely guarded and heavily charmed.

But on the inside I still felt like something was being left out.

When I looked into each pair of eyes I knew that they weren't telling me something. They were hiding something from me.

A storm was coming and it wasn't a good time to hold secrets.

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