Home of the broken

1_Awakening

Cold.

That was the first thing i felt.

Not a mother's warm body, not any arms holding me.

Not a father's joyful smile, his laughter that says "this is finally happening"

No, i opened my eyes, and all there was around me was black, dark, shades... cold.

My mother told me that i was blind.

When you are blind, you don't see.

I can not explain to them that i am not blind. They do not understand. When you are blind, you can not see. Vision is something you don't know what is. Vision is a fairytale.

I can see. I can not see what they see. I can see something else. The darkness. The cold.

I am cold.

I am cold when the winter is upon us.

I am cold when the summer has approached.

And i can't change that.

Now, i guess i will have to end what i have started. I have started on telling you about my story, and now i must finish.

My name... i was named after some ancestor of mine... i don't know what her story is...

My name is Kristie Ash Weatherly. I have been like this, 'blind' as they call it, since i was born. I live with my mother, because my father died at the moment i was born.

I am not the only person like this. The number of children like this increased. At first people whispered things about us, they called us 'cursed', 'outsiders', even 'doombringers'. People thought we would bring the armaggedon to them. Finally it was officially named a disease.

They named us the Broken.

Everytime a Broken boy was born, the mother would die, and when a Broken girl was born, the father would die.

And they kept coming.

I was raised, and my mother wouldn't listen to her friends that kept on telling her that i was a monster and didn't deserve love.

I never said anything to them. I was just lying in my bed and pretended they weren't there. Because somewhere deep inside, i knew they couldn't kill me. Even if they killed my body, i would still be here, in this black void.

I couldn't learn anything. I obviously couldn't learn to write. I had no imagination, so i couldn't make any stories. I only took personal things in, so math too was out of the question. So i didn't have to go to school. All i would do was to lie in my bed and listen to the darkness. Sometimes it would sound like the wind blowing, sometimes it would sound like a river, and sometimes it would be completely silent. I would not get bored, for that was the only glimpse of nature that i would get.

After people dealt with their Broken children in their own way, some killed them, abandoned them or hit them, while others took care of them and tried their best to make them blend in, there was built a house. The continents agreed that all of the Broken should be sent here.

No one knew what this place would actually do. If they would cure them, lock them up, or whatever.

Some parents did not wait one more second and sent their children there immediately. But some would not let them go. The government sent out people to get every Broken child there was. In the end, no one could hide them.

I was sitting in the car. The sound of the motor was distant. I turned my head to what i think was the window. Now i was heading to the house of the broken.

My mother hadn't said a word the whole time.

I didn't know if she was crying, or if she was indifferent.

I couldn't see her.

The silence seemed to be endless.

Then the car stopped. I opened the door. I was shocked. I couldn't speak.

A huge building stretched to the sky before me. I had never seen anything like it. Of course, i had seen nothing, but...

"It's white... it looks like it's made of pearls..." i said.

"What do you mean? It's gray." she said.

I didn't know what she ment. Maybe others saw it gray. But to me it was white.

What really was strange, was how this house could break through the darkness. I could see it.

Well, it was made for the broken. It must be made of something special.

I felt a shaking hand on my shoulder.

"Kristie... promise me you will be fine..."

"Of course, mom." i said. I was sad, but i could not cry. "i will be fine."

She took my cold hand and took me inside. Although scared, i was overwhelmed. I watched the shining walls, and the carpet that looked like diamond. A person came to me. It was a woman, her skin was light gray but her hair and her clothes was glistering white.

"Hello, is this Kristie?"

"Yes..."

The woman took my hand.

"Don't worry, it will be alright."

"Goodbye, mom." i said to my mother. I think she waved, and left. So now, i was here.

The home of the broken.