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The time has come
For she has returned
To the place of mist and evil,
Here she comes
to serve her people
With the greatest of her powers,
Awaited by the feared
Respected by the subordinates,
Her smi...
Author's note: The picture above is of Abigail's mother. You can click the pic to see in full view. -----------------------------------------------------------
Sitting on my bed and staring at the white ceiling of my room, I slowly processed today's happenings in my mind.
Flashback
"What. The. Fuck?" I exclaimed.
He frowned at my response. "What?!" He said.
"What do you mean by you don't belong to this world?" I asked. He didn't respond. He blinked at me and I blinked back at him. We kept staring at each other like that for a while, and I am pretty sure I looked like a squirrel run over by a car with wide eyes and jaw touching the floor with shock.
"You are not aware?" He finally asked, breaking the silence.
"Noo?" My statement came out as a nervous question instead.
"Forget we had this conversation." Jackson said while wiggling his eyebrows. He started getting up to go, but I stopped him by saying, "Hey! Hey! Hey! You can't just drop a bomb at me and say it was nothing. What were you talking about? The other world, the mark, foreseer...what was all that?" I had a frown on my face and my mouth was slightly hanging open.
Jackson opened and closed his mouth several times like a fish, trying to say something. But, not a word escaped his mouth. He huffed and ran a hand through his soft shiny brown hair and said, "Tomorrow, I will tell you everything. But not in the school premises. Somewhere else. Ohkay?"
And before I could ask another question, he went towards the school building. And I was left behind, staring at his retreating form.
End of flashback
I sighed. What forseer mark was he talking about? And when did he see it? Suddenly, I remembered that ticklish feeling I felt on the back of my neck in school. Maybe...the mark is on my neck? I thought.
I stood in front of the purple framed mirror in my room. I brought my long, brown hair on one side of the shoulder, leaving the back side of my neck bare.
I turned around, so that my neck faced the mirror, and took out my phone. I opened the camera and took the picture of my bare neck in the mirror.
Then I opened my gallery and checked the picture. I gasped when I saw a beautiful eye tattooed on my neck.
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It was a little faded -- not very clear but noticeable.
What is this? I never had a tattoo! I was scared. Scared of what was happening to me. I had to talk to mom and dad. I had to tell them what all was happening. Who knows? Maybe they have answers? Maybe they know something I don't.
