Love is such a strange thing. It, much like hate, is so incredibly strong that all of us fall victim to it. There's no denying that we do silly things for love... and hate. We agree and accept and acknowledge absolute stupidity because of it; yet it is so frequent in our lives that we cannot run from it. Would we really want to? Why run from love when it fuels us? Why run from hate when it makes us passionate?
Blue had realised that there was a very thin line between certain types of love and hate, when love becomes obsessive and hate becomes obsessive they may as well just be the same thing: predatory. There were times- times like now- when she sat in the library and thought about her family, how they were so different and how she fit in to it. She had fallen victim to love and hate. She was loved and felt love but she was also deeply hated. More than her siblings. It had been obvious from the moment the twins had been born that Marley hated Blue more than any one else in the world because of her jealousy and anger. Marley had been the only bully to really make Blue hurt and cry and at times she forgot her own self worth but she always had the love of her real family to make her feel better again. Blue had been reading a book not too long ago where a young girl had been raped and beaten and sold, all those horrible things, and Blue remembered being so thankful but the girl in the book felt sorry for people like Blue. People whose lives were filled with so many polar opposites that there was no way they could be certain about anything. The girl in the book knew for a fact that the world was a terrible place and felt sorry for the people who were confused about this fact, people like Blue. People who ought to realise it was horrible but don't because of that stupid thing called love that makes us believe in silly things, silly things like the world not being a terrible place even though it is.
"How can one girl make the world any better?" The young teen whispered to herself. She didn't bother look up from her latest book ( 'Once' ) but she sat contently and every now and then she asked herself those little questions which made her who she was. She was not the girl in the book, she was positive and she was light. It would be a lie to say that Blue was positive at all times but on the whole she was far too calm to ever really fall into the pit of depression most of us fall into around 16 or so. She felt her great-grandmother sit beside her so she looked up from her book and smiled at the elderly woman.
"What are you mumbling about now?" Scarlet asked the girl. Today, Scarlet wore a pant suit- a grey one- that fit her slim figure rather well and her now all grey hair had just recently been cut into a pretty bob which largely contrasted the long red waves Scarlet once had in her youth.
"So many books describe the world to be so horrible and I understand that and we of all people know of how cruel humanity can be and surely there is a way to change all of that but how can one girl- how can I do anything?" Blue shook her head and sighed, "I don't know why I bothered to ask. I'm so quiet all the time. The people who changed the world were loud, they spoke up for the things they believe in, they stood out. I don't want to stand out, I just want things to be better." Scarlet wrapped one arm around the girl and leaned her head on hers.
"You're family is gifted but also cursed, you the most." Scarlet began, "Of all your siblings you are the most emotional, you connect to people's emotions in a way that they do not and you feel the weight of the worlds sorrows on your shoulders, Blue. It is no surprise that you would want to change the world for all of those people but the world cannot be changed in one lifetime and your life will be short if you stand out. You know that, we are hiding and changing the world is not a good way to hide but..." Scarlet trialled off, "Perhaps changing your own little life might do you some good. Stand up for yourself and you just might change the lives of a few of the people around you." Scarlet then kissed Blue's head and Blue smiled up at her softly.
"Nana," Blue began, "Why am I more emotional than them?" Scarlet thought about this briefly and then turned to her great-granddaughter.
"You came from very difficult circumstances. Your mothers pregnancy and your childhood up until you were three was just riddled with so much emotional strain on all of us. I assume you absorbed all of that, by the time the twins came along your parents were back together and Marley had stopped aggravating your mother so often. They didn't have quite the same torment you did, they also have each other. It was just you and your mom but they are so connected to each other that they did end up like you two, they don't need anyone else." Blue leaned against her Nana again before breathing in her flowery scent.
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PSYCHOKINESIS
FanfictionOn December 2nd 1985 there was a fire in Third Ward Houston Texas. The fire killed many people who were unable to make it out of homes in time but there was one little girl who magically survived. She was in a burning house, her four year old body h...
