Seeker

CHAPTER 1

Something's different now, I know. I can feel it. I don't have to look to my neighbor to know that I am right. That I am in trouble. The train seems to hover above the ground not moving at all. As if wanting me to be found.
To be discovered. I cant take that anxiety on my system. Already running away was bad enough . I pull my bag closer to my body. Maybe if I close my eyes it'll all go away, the pain , the anxiety, the sickness. Maybe just maybe I wont have to look over my shoulder.
I was running out of time, the minutes kept on ticking, showing me just how long I still had to live. As if I had anything to life for. But I still ran anyway.It was mocking me ,my mere existence. That's what pains me the most. Every second I spend sitting in a pharmacy, holding a worthless bottle of tablets. Its time removed, wasted due to mediocre humane needs. Time I could have spent moving to a different city with a different identity. Different appearance. But same medical conditions.
If I knew that well, I knew that it'll never be cured, never understood. Once they knew, all they wanted to do was open you up. It was too inhuman to be normal. No type of medication could cure me. The more I move, the more the fire in my veins burns, the more pain I feel.
I hold the bag closer to my chest, as the train comes to a stop. But the pain doesn't. It seems to have finally began. I was finally there and the fire had finally decided to burn me inside out. To engulf all in its path.
I want to run and save these people but my body won't let me. My legs seem frozen in place. I know before I open my mouth- they won't hear me . I stay quiet and watch as they slowly leave. The cold streaks flow down my hot cheeks as the flames began to consume me. Finally . The last words relay in my mind as I burst into the flames

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New York City
Five Days Ago
0730 hours

Anya ..
The minutes seem to tick by. It's been only a while since I found out what was really wrong with me. I now knew why my blood was always boiling, why I always felt sparks at my fingertips. It all made sense now.
I know that if I stay here, they won't be safe-- my parents they'd die. Its not safe for them. For me.
I feel like I'll burst any moment it feels excruciating. Having to feel this pain, having to itch with sensations in my body. Sensations of pain. Now I know the curse that flows through my viens. The fire that courses through my body.
Strangely I found it alluring .....peaceful even.Going to high school was already arduous enough . But now I had double the burden on me. I always had to reign my temper, keeping it in check. That right there was a challenge. It was all suddenly beginning to make sense. The temper , the pain, the urge to burn.
They smiled at me - my mother with that dimple appearimg on the left side of her freckled , pretty face. I felt guilty then, with the approving nod my father gave me, I knew I could not protect them from me.
Grasping onto the straps of my backpack, I smiled brightly back at them - faking it. That's how I show myself to the world, a happy teenager with absolutely nothing to worry when I infact have everything to worry about.
I walk out of the house for what was the last time. I'd never see this house again or my parents either. That was my last smile to them, my last time ever seeing them. If only they knew what was truly wrong with their daughter. If only .
I moved further and faster from the house, attempting to rid myself of thoughts of going back. I had to do this. It was now or never.

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OK so above is Anya ....

I just had to like find sum one with that type of hair bcz yea ..It seems to fit her