The Errow's

Bits of memories

 Running, here I am running again. Going past trees, nothing but trees. But this time is different. I now know what I am running from. It's something in the sky, I can't make out what it is, some weird shape of a plane, it has a symbol on it, like some sort of cloud thing, Lights were shining down, searchlights, looking for what? If I am running, they must be looking for me. Why? Why are they looking for me? Just as soon as I thought I was doomed, here comes Kenzie. She's running so fast, I don't know how, how she can go twice the speed that I am going. Is she coming at me? It looks as if she was getting closer to me. Soon enough she tackled me to the ground and pulls me behind a tree. the plane passes us, probably still looking. Leaving just me and her sitting in the middle of nowhere. My ears are ringing, she is saying something to me, She is yelling something at me but I don't understand what. The only thing I heard was from behind me,¨Go! I will take her!¨ It was Anthony, he runs up to me, picking me up as if I was lighter than a feather, and then we take off and Kenzie heads the other way. I know I was hurt, and I knew he was hurt. But we just keep going.

I wake in the bed again, yelling and screaming. Memories are flooding back. Piecing everything that I had together, Everything that could be real and everything that could be fake. Kenzie, she was running, not just normally running, but running at an unlikely real speed. And Anthony, with his strength, is so unreal like it would never happen, there is no possible way he could be that strong. It's easy to lift a 107-pound girl. Except he's wounded, and he would've dropped me, but he didn't. He is only 17, it was just a dream. Anything could happen in a dream. I think to myself over and over again as I shake. In no time, Kenzie speeds in as if something was wrong. "Why did you scream, where is he!?" As she freaks out looking around the room for someone. Anthony comes in and calms her down assuring that security has not been breached. ¨He can go through it! He can go through it!¨ Kenzie is saying over and over again. ¨Look," Anthony said as he points to little sensors. "They indicate temperature changes. It's fine, we are fine.¨

They come to me, realizing I screamed. I thought they would start shooting questions at me, but just one comes out from Anthony. ¨What did you see?¨ As I told them everything that I had been seeing in my dreams, Kenzie tries to tell me that it is not a dream. What was she talking about when she said, "It's not a dream?" There is no possible way all of that would be true. Yes, I did just see Kenzie run in here as fast as the wind, but, but, I just can't believe it. It's just crazy. ¨Look, I know it sounds crazy." Kenzie stares at me as she continues to speak. "It was a dream, but a dream of something that did happen. And that's what you need to understand. Please, just listen to me.¨

We talk for hours, starting a pattern. They ask a question, then I ask a question until it got to the point of just me asking, and then them answering. ¨These people are insane, you are all insane!¨ I yell over and over and over again. Kenzie grabs my hand and I just kick her... I did not mean to, it just happened. She fell to the floor, gasping for air as several doctors came running in pinning me down as Anthony lifts Kenzie up and carries her out of the room. In no time, I find myself strapped back to the bed. After a few hours, Kenzie comes in, and take a seat keeping her safe distance from me.

¨What time is it?¨ I ask, not knowing where to start.

"3:34 AM" she replied. ¨You can't sleep either?"

¨No, I'm just too worried. I stay here in this room, hours after hours of trying to figure out what has been going on, and I'm not getting any answers.¨ I say to her, my voice still shaking.

¨If you like, you can ask a couple questions, and we can talk. But if you want to try to sleep, I can leave.¨ She said hesitantly.

¨If you're not tired, I do have a couple I can't get out of my head.¨ I said.

¨Shoot.¨ She replied smiling.

¨Who were you talking about, when you came in earlier asking 'Where is he?', and what did you mean when you said he can go through?¨

¨Look Em, this is a tough one to answer, so do you mind if I just start at the beginning?¨

¨As long as I am getting answers, I am fine with anything,¨

¨Okay so, we all have been, a bit, well... different. But in our own individual good ways. And that's what they don't see.¨

¨Thats what who don't see?¨

¨They are called Errows.¨

¨Why's that?¨

"Because," she went on trying to find the easiest way to put all of this, "Because of our differences the world did not accept us the way we are. There aren't many of us, so it was not that hard for the government to make it seem like a small misunderstood myth. And the last of us were taken and tested on, we were caged in. On one little island with nowhere to go, no way to escape."

"What do you mean the way 'we' are?" I ask

She paused for a moment thinking on an answer, "There's something about us, that people don't like, we're misunderstood." She paused again like she was remembering.

Anyways, a few of us did know, five of us tried to escape. Three of us made it here, and one was left behind, and the last." Kenzie seemed to hesitate."We don't talk about her... But, with the Errows still looking for us, we are all in danger.¨ She said, with disappointment in her eyes. I wanted to do something, say something like it's going to be fine, that we are all fine, but that's just crap, none of us are really fine. ¨So why are they called the Errows?¨ I asked.

¨I don't know.¨ She looked down at her hands.

¨So who were the five, that tried to escape, do I know them?¨