Seeking Beyond the Invisible

Crying Doesn't Hurt Anyone

March 3rd. today is the day. The day my beloved parents passed away.

I gathered my coarse fire woods and put it in my box to carry inside to my quaint wooden house. The frost covered the early spring grass as I walked across it barefoot. I was dressed in my pajamas still, as I have just woken up. It's a depressing thought, to think that someone you love so much is somewhere, but you don't know where. I have faith that there is a better place for them. I hope they're there. Sometimes I lay in bed wondering why I wasn't taken and they were. It's been three years since their passing. Poor 16-year-old me was heartbroken, I still am. I must move on though. I opened the door to the house and walked over to the fire place where I began to load the fire into the rack. I lit the logs afire and sat down, turning on the radio. I began to listen to the news since I had no cable.  I turned it up and walked over to my kitchen. I prepared myself some cereal. Golden Grahams was what I have been eating lately, I mean it was so good. I ate my cereal as I stared into the crimson fire. It was crackling as it warmed me up.

"I should probably go and get dressed" I thought to myself.

Oh June, what shall you wear today? I chose my jeans and an olive green sweater because I loved how it looked with my brown hair that went straight above my chest. I turn to look in the mirror.

I do have my mother's eyes. Hazel, she always told me that if I miss her to just look in the mirror at my eyes and I would see her, and I do.

I got dressed and cleaned my bowl and spoon from breakfast and started to listen to the news some more.

"Now onto Chuck for the weather." The news man reported.

Gosh Chuck is annoying. Every

"Thanks, Hank, now, we had a severe tornado warning in effect for tomorrow. I want you get bunker down and prepare. The country side of Virginia will be hit the hardest due to the warm front coming in...Expect for the worst."

Well shit. Now what do I do. It's not even tornado season either? I'm just your average 19-year-old living alone in a cabin in the middle of no where. I am a Salient, and being invisible and jumping high wont protect me from a damn tornado! What do I do, what do I do?

I began to search for ply wood in my shed and I started to hammer the windows shut. Oh boy was this an annoying job; I still am noticing some things since I found my powers last year. I noticed that I am significantly stronger. With my strength made this a simple task, but the fact that it took to long nearly killed me. After two tedious hours, I was complete.

Unfortunately, I do not have a basement, but I hope this shit shack will still be standing.

I looked over to my left at my clock and realized that it was 12 noon already. I got my self a glass of water and sat down on my hard couch and changed the radio station to classical and thought:

Why me? Why did my parent have to die when I was so young? Why do I have these abilities? Did my parents know, my grandma, brother, uncle? Did they have them? I didn't get them until I moved out last year from my uncle John who was taking care of me, that bastard. He ignored me and was always locked in his office which I was never allowed in.

I don't understand how I got them either! I just started to cry one day in front of my mirror and I couldn't see my self. I guess I will never understand; I don't know how I am still coping with the fact that I have them. I am an optimist some days, and a pessimist other. I suppose I was an optimist that day. Today, I am a pessimist, because my house is about to get rammed over by a giant wind funnel, and all I have to keep my safe is a hole I dug to store my spare canned goods in the winter.

I got up and proceeded on my doily chores. Time sped by, before I knew it, it was already 8 o'clock. I spent the time cleaning, and reinforcing my hole. I also prepared a dinner for one, and moped around for a few hours because of how badly I miss my parents.

I slept in my jeans and just changed my shirt into a red flannel, too tired to change my pants, and went to bed. 8 o'clock was early for my bedtime, but I am just mentally exhausted. I closed my eyes.

I slowly felt my mind fade off into deep sleep as tears slipped down my cheeks. I never want my children to feel this pain so early in their life.

That was my last thought before I was abruptly woken up to the sound of tornado sirens.

I turn quickly and look straight towards my clock- it's only 6 am. Good thing I went to bed early.

I quickly grab my dad's crank-up radio and run into the bunker where my back pack with sentimental objects are already there.

Now, we wait. I have no way of seeing the elements. I am beyond nervous. What if I die? Oh gosh...

I become curious as all I hear are sirens, no wind, no birds, silence. I crack the door to my little bunker and notice everything is calm.

I was looking around when all of a sudden it slams shut and the swooshing of wind is surrounding me. The doors begin to buckle. I hear leaves rustling around me and the sound of branches snapping left and right. I start to cry. I grab onto the doors and just hold on tight.

Next thing I know, the wind begins to pick up even more and I hear the more terrifying sound ever, I hear the tornado pass near me. I grip onto the handles of the door so tightly that my fingers indent the metal handles. Fear and adrenaline is passing through me. Oh dear God help me!

I held tight for what seemed like an eternity, but was really just an hour or two.

I let go of the handles, but the wind was still loud around me. It was like a constant drumming of a band just circling the air. I soon passed out of fear at the bottom of my bunker. I woke up hours later and slowly emerged.

I close my eyes until I'm out. I look to my left, total destruction, and to my right, the same. I turn around to look at my house, and it was completely destroyed. The roof was taken off, and the windows were shattered, and all my furniture was misplaced, some outside. Everything that you would think would've been okay wasn't.

I slowly stepped out in shock and crouched down next to my tree with what used to be my mothers bench and started to cry. Just yesterday, I was crying over their death, and now today the death of my house. My life is in ruins.

I look around at the sight and see dead rabbits that used to flourish that got crushed by a tree branch. I see trees fallen and nature shredded. I see sadness. All I can do right now is cry. I broke down next to my tree, which thankfully is still standing, and I began to just absolutely cry.

All of a sudden I hear footsteps. Footsteps in my remote forest, what used to be, home.