Hayley McKinley.
A name that simply rolls off the tongue. Nothing too unusual can be though of her at first sight. Normal was the word to describe her for the people that met her for the first time, or if you've caught a glimpse of her walking along the pavemented sidewalks that accompanied the long streets of London.
Her accent, thick and strong, it being a part of her for all the years she's been alive. Pretty, was an adjective used to describe her accent, this word used by the new people that were foreign to London, therefore, the accent is new, and exciting.
Hayley McKinley, was worded, " as delicate as a flower " at first glance. Her body skinny, arms appeared weak, due to lack of muscle. Her skin, pale, indicating that the land around her is dark and gloomy.
Although she was described as normal, weak, " as delicate as a flower ", she was none of those things.
For the people that knew her, Hayley was not normal. Her mom and dad didn't understand what was wrong with her. At the age of five, she had gotten into her fathers office drawer, pulled out a stapler, and stapled her skin, the staples lining her fingers. And for most people, this would mean excruciating pain, but Hayley did not emit one sob. When her father found her, she was smiling. Her father confused and worried, dialed an ambulance.
At the hospital, the staples were removed, and as Hayley was waiting for the doctor to come back to bandage her wounds, she grazed her skin, and as she did it, the staple marks vanished, her skin returning to the smooth, almost baby like skin.
She healed herself.
Soon, by the age of seven, she healed a neighbors dog. After the dog was hit by a oncoming car, glass seemed to cut the dogs side, and the cut was deep, but Hayley pressed her hand to the dogs side, the dogs blood covering her fingers, but she payed no mind to it, and all of a sudden, the dog healed instantly.
Her parents didn't know what this meant. Their child, they believed was normal, but, then, her father recalled of times, years and years before when his grandfather could do the same, but these memories are blurry and almost completely washed away.
After asking and asking his mother what was wrong with her father, she told him. She told him that his grandfather was something called a Peculiar.
And she also told him, that Hayley was one too.
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Fanfictionthantophobia ( n. ) - the fear of loosing someone you love - #1 in peregrines