Entwined Souls

1//Zero

There has always been something peculiar about Ellie Hudson. It wasn't her undeniable charisma, her piercing green eyes, or her wonderful imagination, it was something in her atmosphere. Something undetectable to the human eye. Something that wasn't exactly her. The unexplainable peculiar thing is me.

She didn't ask for me. Nobody was sure how I came upon her in the first place. Not even the researchers in the Paranormal Investigation Unit could wrap their head around Ellie's ability to see what nobody else could.

And as Ellie grew up the problem became worse and worse. All they knew is that whatever was inside of her was unstoppable and they didn't have much time left to stop it.

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October 26, 1996. The room was bright, nurses smiling, comforting, congratulating. In a mother's arms lay her delicate, small newborn. She was crying, as newborn babies do. Brown hair, just like her mother. Sorrow encompassed her body as she clutched onto her child. Widowed, bankrupt, broken; she couldn't take care of herself, let alone another living being. With a softened heart and weakened lungs she steadied her breathing.

"You k-know, your daddy would be s-so happy to see y-you," she cried, stroking her child's forehead. Her fingers trembled, and lips quivered. "He would've been here, it isn't his fault, so don't you e-ever blame him, a-alright?" She knew her daughter understood.

"Ellie," the new mother looked at her daughter. She had beautiful blue eyes, unlike anyone else's in the family. Something about them startled her. Something frighteningly foreign about them.

"I'm so sorry."

I'm so sorry.

And in that moment the girl would never be the same. Never feel normal, for more reasons than one. The first being she was just a broken branch tied to another family tree. The second reason would be the most difficult, that not even she would ever fully understand. There was something inside of her that frightened her mother that would soon frighten her too.

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Mrs. Megan Hudson was a lovely young woman, she looked to be in her mid 20's. Her short pixie-like hair resembled that of a fairy. Every morning she would sit in her rocking chair staring at her husband, Hank. Although they were together they couldn't help but feel alone. However, this time she sat rocking the newest addition to the family.

"Elizabeth Lorelei Hudson," Megan sang, eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Why are you crying?" Hank asked in a sad baby voice. Hank was a very tall, intimidating man.

Please stop crying.

"She's just tired," Megan rebutted.

"I wasn't talking about the baby," he smirked. She gave him a playful smack on the arm.

"I'm just like, really emotional right now. Okay?"

Hank wasn't very kid-friendly, but seeing Megan so happy quieted the loneliness in their household.

Hank found something unsettling about the child. She never stopped crying, as if something was constantly bothering her. To him, there was almost nothing more unsettling than an unhappy baby, but it didn't seem to bother Megan. No matter what Megan or Hank did to try and please Ellie, she was always in a state of discomfort. It wasn't their fault, nothing either of them could do would ever satisfy little Ellie Hudson .