I see that same sparkle in the air. Everyday it gets stronger and my physical vision gets weaker. It swirls and flashes down the hall. I've always wondered why this, ability, can't be turned off. It's almost annoying. I will never see a plain wall again. Or a plain sky. I won't just be able to see anything again. It will always have something in front of it. I crawl out from under my sheets and walk downstairs. I see my mom making dinner and my sister working on her English homework. I step outside to a warm breeze. I love September , I say to myself. The sky is cloudless and I feel the sun on my face. I start to walk down my busy street and every time a car goes by my hair flies up in my face again. I hum quietly to myself until I am distracted. I see a pathway into the small forest by where I live. There's a girl, no older than 8 just sitting there facing the creek. She's saying something but I can't hear what it is. Suddenly, she turns to face me.
"Hi", I yell, but she just stares. She seems startled and gets up and takes a few steps back.
"Why are you here all alone", I ask her. This time she crouches down and touches the gravel. She starts to trace a circle. Around and around. I hear a whisper coming from behind me. Every circle she completes, the voice gets louder. I can't understand what it's saying. It sounds like English but I can't make it out. I turn around and it's practically yelling in my ear. I turn back to tell the girl to stop but she's not there.
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The Evil In All Of Us
FantasyWe all meet special people in our lifetime. My name is Tara and that sentence couldn't be truer. I met a girl once. Her name was Holly. I don't know how she got here and I really don't know her, but I know her world.
