Perspectives

19. Auburn

I ran, doing absoluetly nothing else other than focusing on getting where I needed to be. The rain beat down on my face. If I could cry, I would already be sobbing by now. There are so many things that make me different from everybody else. I don't think there was ever a time when I was normal.

I reached a dock full of ships that towered high above my head and glimmered in the silvery light of the moon.  I stopped running for a moment, just to admire the beauty of life.  Trees towered and flowers bloomed on the land portion of where I was.  The silver moon was clouded with the rain clouds, but cast a shadowy silver light that glittered off of the shiny ships and the water. I ran my fingeres through my rain-wet hair and looked up at the clouds, the rough rain bouncing off my cold features.  I closed my green eyes and lifted my arms into the air, basing everything I knew in that moment on the way the rin felt on my skin and the way the world turned around me.  

Time was all that existed in this life and I was the only person in the world who didn't need to worry about it.  Time meant nothing to me.  To me it didn't exist.  I would forever be the way I was and nothing in the world would change that.  Time didn't change anything for me.  I opened my eyes and tears welled up in them.  Tears that didn't exist.  I walked along the dock, I was no longer running. My hands fell at my sides and my eyes stared, relaxingly forward.  My eyelashes were coated with rain, and every piece of me was cold as I walked slowly towards the next moments in my existence.  As I continued on the dock, I saw working men, expanding the pier that stretched near the dock.  Catching my breath, I hid behind one of the boats, trying to gather my thoughts.  

I raked through my wet hair with my fingers, pulling it down over my face, trying to hide my tattoos.  I pulled it to one side and tucked it behing my ears.  I looked into my reflection in the water, making sure all of my tattoos were covered before I lifting my hod and placing it on my head.  I walked quickly out into the windy rain, my eyes down to the floor.  The rain stung my face, like darts being thrown at me from the forceful wind.  I just kept walking, not looking at the men who seemed quite content with what they were doing.  My wishes were ignored, though, because one of the men called after me.  

"Young lady," he said sweetly, "I don't think you should be out this late in the rain.  Would you like me to call your mother?" Mother.  I didn't even stop walking to acknowledge them, I just kept walking.   They were right to think I was young.  I only looked thirteen.  But I wasn't.  One of the men went after me and tried to stop me, putting his hand calmly on my shoulder.  I looked up at him coldly and removed his hand calmly from my shoulder.  With that, I continued walking.  

Another man went after me and grabbed my wrist. "Hey," he called, "Does your mother know you'r out this late?" Mother. I twisted my arm out of his grip and began to run away, but before I could, the man grabbed me, trying to pull me back but I fell over.  I landed on the wet ground and my hood fell.  When I looked up, I knew the men could see my face, so I just looked at them with a hurt look in my eyes.  

The men stared in awe.  "Oh shit," one of them muttered under his breath, scratching his head in bewilderment.  I stared at them angrily.  Not a single person in the world didn't know what those tattoos meant.

"Are- are you...?" One of them managed to stutter.  I nodded and stood up, pulling my hood over my head, and walked away.  The men still stood there in shock, staring at me with surprise in their eyes.   In the middle of the dock, surrounded by thousands of ships, they would remain until I was out of sight.  

Each of those ships had a place set in the minds of their captain.  A destination to which they would travel. A destination created for everyone who lived.  Everyone has a desire, a goal, a place.  They all wish to grow and prosper, while some live to be alone.  For some the goal they wish to accomplish doesn't follow.  

I have no set place, and time means nothing to me. I have been around the world millions of times.  I have seen every place in the rain.  And the only thing I see that I am constantly surprised by is the people.  People never fail to amaze me and they never fail to surprise me.  They are so amazing sometimes.  Their own mind and the way they live through so much.  I see a million people who have the gut to kill themselves  and this hurts me more than anything.  I have never understood how they can have so much courage and yet so little at the same time.

I started running and I ran as fast as I could toward where I needed to be, running through place after place until I reached the city limits.  I looked at the rusted sign and smiled, walking calmlypast the city limits.  I stopped calmly in front of the house of Hero Caste.  She was still at school, so I walked into the house, the door lock meaning nothing, and up the stairs into her room where I sat on a desk until she would get home from school.  

Hero Caste, the next person who could possibly save  us simply rested at school.  Like it was so normal.  But it wasn't normal and she wasn't normal.  She was the world's next hero...