Awakening

chapter 6

I always thought there was something odd about me….something different. When I was 5, my dad took me to the local park. All it had was a small swing set and a little climbing frame, but even so I loved it. On that day my dad decided to race me across the field adjoined to the little play area to get to the park. As I was running I felt free as a bird flying through the sky on a warm summers day and all I could think was I have to beat him. As I approached the tarmac’s edge I slipped and landed with my knee on a pointy stone, making me cry out in pain as blood pooled around my knee and dripped in red paint streaks down my leg. My dad ran to me and cradled me in his huge arms, hugging me to his chest.

I pulled the stone out as he was carrying me. It didn’t really hurt, but I could see a slither of bone in the hole in my leg. Blood dripped as we walked, creating a red dotty path. 

However, when we got home the blood had gone. Vanished. WHOOSH. Not there anymore. There was just a hole….in the skin of my leg….and a bit of bone.

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Every now and then I get that magical weird feeling in me when I’m scared or upset. Something odd will happen, whether I heal myself, or blow up a window, something happens.

Like now for instance when I looked down at the burnt up note in my hand I had somehow set on fire.

It was when I looked at the burnt note I realized I had to be in school. I ran out of the house and the cold wind alerted me to the wet streaks down my face that must have been tears. Why would my parents leave me like that? How could they?

I could hear the noise again, like a pounding in my ears as I started down the road;

'1,2 children in the sun

3,4 children he has a gun

5,6 children there's nowhere left to run

7,8 children dying one by one

9,10 children no longer having fun'

I was screaming again and before I knew it I was on the floor curled up in a ball. I couldn’t live…didn’t want to live if that was what I would hear.

Then I felt it, the presence again like the one over the women in the church yard. I started rocking backwards and forwards like a crazy person in a mental hospital as the presence got closer and closer until something touched my shoulder making my head jerk up.  Looking down at me was a man dressed in stretchy tight shorts, a head band and a high-vis jacket with a face that showed genuine alarm and concern.

“Are you ok? You look a little upset….” He asked in a soothing voice.

 “I…I’m f-fine” I replied though sniffles. Then he ran off leaving me on the floor.