A Heartbeat In The Distance

Chapter 13

The cool winter air pushed against my face as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I had made a friend and then that friend had betrayed me, was I just meant to be alone? I headed back to where I had left all my belongings, the Stilinski house.
I flew in through the window and landed on the carpet beside my bed to find Stiles and Scott at the door staring at me. I quickly turn  away to hide the tears streaming down my face.
'What were you doing just then?' Stiles asked,
'Nothing I just needed some fresh air.' I told them
'Yes, sure. You needed fresh air so you flew out the window, that explains it all!' Stiles retorted sarcastically.
'Oh shut up. Flying? No one can fly!' I told him pretending to not understand anything he said.
'Oh really so you just came straight in and landed slowly on the ground not with a thud, but you hovered, we saw you hover!' Stiles kept on going. This was bull shit why were they at my door anyway.
'Why were you waiting for me anyway?' I asked, not able to put the pieces together.
'Liam called us.' Scott replied, he then flashed his eyes red, the same glowing red globes that appeared in the doorway at the abandoned warehouse, and Stiles was standing there next to him smiling like an idiot.
'So what can you do Kara?' Stiles asked.
'I don't know what you mean?' I told him, not ready to give up and tell everyone my secret.
'We saw you fly out off out into the sky, how did you do that?' Scott asked this time.
'Flying? Well that's the only thing I can do.' I tell them, the less they know the better
'Really?'asked stiles, but he wasn't looking at me he was looking beside me on the ground. I could see where he was staring, it was a burn mark on the floor that I had made recently out of rage and next to it was the half covered photograph of Superman, Kal El.
'What is this?' Stiles asked me as he walked slowly into my room and to the burn mark on the floor.
'Is this a burn mark?' Stiles asked, he was obviously calling my bluff.
'What?' I asked nervously.
Scott came over to where Stiles was standing and looked over at me curiously,
'That's definitely a burn mark. What happened here Kara, the truth.' Scott asked.
Should I tell them the truth or lie, if I lie now I'll have to keep lying and I don't now how long I can keep that up, but it's my only choice, they can't know.
'It was just my candle I was burning it and it fell off the table, but I picked it up before it could do any serious damage.' I told them.
'And what is this-' asked Stiles as he ripped the cloth that was hanging over the photograph.
'It's Superman? Why do you have a photograph of superman?' Scott asked very confused.
'Well, my friend from Hale Co. takes photos of superman. His name is James Olsen.' I answered them. Scott and Stiles shared a concerned glance but didn't do anything.
'Okay, but Kara if something's wrong just tell us, we really want to help.' Scott told me sincerely.
Help, help would be nice because no one really tries to help someone like me, an outcast, adopted, assistant.
'I- um ' I started but thought better of it.
'Yeah, what is it?' Stiles asked being a little too inquisitive.
'Oh, nothing.' I told him.
They turned around and headed out of the door, I closed the door once they were gone and collapsed onto my bed and landed on something hard and cool, my laptop. I just hope that I didn't break it but when I opened it the screen was all intact. I scroll through my emails most of them just useless subscriptions that I signed up to, then I come across one of my older emails, an email to Alex and it said;

I bought ice cream, your favorite COOKIE DOUGH! They didn't have ginger bread :(
But........ The Biggest Loser is on tonight. Can't wait.
xoxo Alex

Just bringing up more grief because I feel like I'm no longer that person who did everything she was told, had a family that loved her and had friends, friends that didn't betray her.
I'm so angry.

What a disaster, today was a total disaster. How am I going to go back to school tomorrow, Malia kidnaped me, Liam helped Malia kidnap me, Scott tried to save me and then saw me fly off and Stiles, Stiles doesn't trust me anymore.
I should've just stayed with Ms Hale, thinking of Hale, Peter Hale the mans name on the file I need to look into him but right now I needed some time to think, think about National City and what I left behind but my thoughts got interrupted by a highly annoying voice of a boy named Stiles.

'What is she? We haven't come across anything like her before!'
I heard Stiles say from his room.
'It doesn't make sense Stiles.' Scott told him.
'She isn't supernatural is she?' Scott sounded really concerned,
'Right now I just don't know or care, we have to deal with Malia, she KIDNAPPED Kara.'

Obviously Stiles couldn't really be damned by what I am or that he didn't really care for what I'm going through, because I was kidnaped by his girlfriend so something has to be wrong in the head with all of them, but maybe it's me that has something wrong.

Seriously what is wrong with me, and why do I keep asking the same question; what is wrong with me? There is nothing wrong with me, maybe that's the point I've been hiding myself all this time maybe it's time to be the new Kara.

New Kara, new life.

I walk into the bathroom that's connected to my room and dig around the draw until I find a pair of scissors. I take them in one hand and in the other hand I grab all of my hair in a ponytail shape from the neck down, the scissors slice right through my hair and I let go of it letting it all fall to the ground. Looking down I'm surrounded by my long soft blonde hair, and as I look around at the mess I've made I say out loud to myself,
'Goodbye Kara Danvers.'

New chapter, your welcome.
*WARNING*
I have exams in the coming weeks so the book may be on hold for a while. I'll hopefully be back soon!

Advice/constructive feedback is welcome!

Word count: 1132 words

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