Elemental

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I've had the power to manipulate water all my life.

As a little girl, I've never really thought anything of it. It was something I believed wasn't that strange or supernatural. I thought that there were many like me. I was like a kid with synthesia, who saw the world in a totally different way, but thought that the world they saw so vividly was shared with everyone else.

The day that you find out you're not like everyone else can come as a shock. There are two ways in which you could take this revelation. You can it one way, where you think more highly of yourself because you're a unique human being. Or you could take it another, where you feel an eternal gap in your heart; a gap where no one could fill because there is no one in the world who understands you.

I myself felt the latter.

My mother often tried to fill that gap of understanding. She tried so hard, but she could never fully grasp it. How could she? She couldn't understand something she didn't have. But she fought for that goal until her last dying breath.

My father was the same. With both of their attempts combined, they began to fill that deep hole in my heart. Understanding wasn't what I was being given, but love. Love was like the putty on a leaking water pipe; it didn't belong there, but it solved the problem.

Their deaths was like some had taken off this sticky adhesive, and the problem began to pour out again. It had taken years for me to accept that my step father was, for now on, going to be my only guardian. Slowly but surely, I allowed him to fill me with his unconditional love.

After the death of my mother he decided it would be best if we moved. There were too many things that reminded me of my grief. We left my hometown in Cape Cod to a suburb that was about 20 minutes away from Boston. The 100 mile distance felt as though my life in that town was but a faraway memory.

It's been 5 years since I last been there, 6 years since my mother's death, and 9 since my father's. It has been hard to move on from these experiences, but with time, my life slowly started to move forward.

Since I arrived in my new town, Northwell, I noticed there was a unique blending of the modern world today and its past. 

There were many old colonial houses around the town. They were beautiful and majestic, and you often pondered their rich history.

Alongside the colonial homes there were also Victorian and modern ones. The Victorian households were all unique and exquisitely colored, as they ranged from a regular white hue to a striking pink or yellow one. The modern houses were not unique or striking at all, but their addition to the town symbolized the growth that this settlement is and has been going through over the years. They too are a part of Northwell's history, and would be admired like their counterparts in the years ahead.

About 2 blocks from the high school there was a large park with a beautiful circle shaped fountain at the heart of it. It was relatively small with a simple design. In the middle of the fountain there was a structure that resembled a huge, round cake plate holder, and on that cake plate holder was a smaller version of it. On that mini version was another mini version of that, and from that the water rushed upwards. It filled all 3 cake plate holders, creating a trickle-down -like display. The barrier that was holding in the water and the structure was dark granite.

I often waited for my best friend Catherine by the fountain. I would sit there and enjoy the scenery of the park while I unconsciously roll the water up my hand from my fingertips.

A few minutes after I had arrived I saw Catherine running up to me, her hazel eyes looking at me with its usual shine, and her dark auburn hair flowing in the wind.