Dream

Chapter 7:

   The next morning I wake up in a cold sweat. My breathing is erratic and I struggle to take in the precious gulps of air. My head is pounding and my whole body is shaking. For those people who have ever had a panic attack, you know what I feel like. As I try to get out of bed, I realize that I can't move my feet. As a matter of fact, I can barely move my upper body. OK, I can move my arms at least so let me try to sit up. Slowly, inch by inch, I get in a sitting position and look around. Everything looks the same as it did before. The books are in the same position, my clothes are still in the suitcase that I packed last night, and my phone is still by the nightstand charging. Just as I am about to declare myself crazier than I already am, I spot it. A single rose is on the other side of the pillow from where I usually sleep in and written inside it says "Soon". I pick it up and then I feel a slight chill followed by a nice breeze. That's when I notice someone jump off my balcony.

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   On the morrow, I pack our supplies into the car. I am so tired after last night. I'm used to having long days and even having to do all nighters, but this is very different. It feels as if someone had sucked all the energy out of me. The only people that have felt as drained as I am right now are either very sick or have been one of my victims. But it's virtually impossible and highly improbable that someone broke into my house just to drain my powers and sabotage my chances of winning tonight. People have tried but my security is so tight and my reflexes (combined with my powers) are so impossible to beat that no one has even made it past the gate. 

   I yawn. I wonder if I should wake up Lacki or just carry him down here. I guess I'm going to have to see how tired he is first. I walk up the grand staircase that leads directly to his room. I don't bother to knock and just open the door. He is on the edge of the bed with no blankets on and some drool coming out of his open mouth. Carry him downstairs and into the car it is then. Just as I am about to pick him up I notice his ruby and swollen eyes. He had been weeping. My assumption is that he went to sleep bawling his eyes out. Poor kid. 

   Once I pick him up and sit him in the car, I go back inside the house and write down a to-do list for the house sitter. I look around and make sure that I haven't forgotten anything. Certain that I do indeed have all that I need, I grab my handbag, stuff a huge wad of cash in there and lock the door behind me. I get into my black Lamborghini and drive out into the freeway. About five minutes into the drive, Lacki wakes up disorientated. He looks around and realizes that we are on the road. "Finally you wake up," I said irritably. "I have been ting for you to wake up so that we can get some food." 

   "Well why didn't you just get some for yourself and then, when I woke up get some for me?" he asked moodily. 

   "That is way to much unnecessary work. There is no way that I am just going to waste my precious gas and time for you."

   "Then why even get me food at all? You already proved that you don't care what happens to me or anyone else for that matter. In fact I don't even know why you took me in, in the first place. I could have been happy with my family and far away from you and your f***ed up world. I might have been hungry and struggling to survive every minute of every second of every day, but I would have been happy!" By the end pf his rant, he has tears in his eyes. I don't say anything and just look at the road. 

   Up ahead there is an In'n'Out so I go into the drive through and order a double double, animal style, 2 orders of fries and 2 small cokes. I pay and hand the food wordlessly to Lacki. He won't even look at me. Back on the freeway, Lacki tears through his food while I contemplate my life. Who would have thought that I, Meladea Destany, the girl who was nothing, would become something so great that people around the world would fear her. I can still remember how I would have to nurse my wounds, how I would have to clean any evidence of my abuse from anyone and everyone. The thing that I remember the most though is the pain.

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   It's raining. I had just come back from my hunt and came back with a small rabbit. I needed to make my shelter fast if I wanted to eat anything tonight. My little five year old self is shivering beyond belief, but I am now used to the cold. I make my way over to a tree that gives me a decent cover from the rain and take some near by debris to try and make some walls to block the rain. Once I've woven the the branches and leaves together as best as I could, I started to collect things for the fire. I put some stones in a circle and put some of the moss that was growing on the tree in the middle. I then take my flint and steel to slowly nudge my fire to life. Once the moss was lit, I slowly fed it some small twigs and leaves before I added some bigger branches. With the fire going and my shelter built, I proceeded to skin and gut my meal. The rabbit now ready, I stuck it on a wet branch and cooked it. 

   This is how I live my life every day. No one cares about what happens to me and no one ever will. I feel the tears sting at my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. I won't cry for myself or any of them. I refuse to do so. I absentmindedly touch the scar that is on my chest and right above my heart. My "parents" gave me this. When I was about three, I decided to bring them flowers from the garden that I had secretly found. Maybe they were so mean and grumpy because they needed a nice picker upper. The minute that they saw the flowers they went ballistic. They started hitting me and yelling at me. It was like they were possessed. I didn't understand what I had done wrong. As I am about to escape my mom brings out a knife and hands it to my dad. He takes it and proceeds to cut into my flesh.The pain was so great that I passed out. I woke up some time later disoriented and dehydrated. I realized then that I was incapable of being loved by two monsters. 

   My rabbit is ready by the time I am done reminiscing about my past. I dig in with the vigor of a starving wolf. My meal done, I go into my shelter to sleep. I wake up some time later to hear the voices of the village children. Shortly after my parents started abusing me, they started as well. And I know why they are out here. I lay in my shelter and wonder what was wrong with me.

~                                                                                          *                                                                                                     ~

   I cant think about the past. Not know when I am so close to having everything I've ever wanted. We pull up outside the ginormous stadium and I take a deep breath. It is too late to turn back now. I get out of the car and am immediately bombarded by paparazzi. This is it.