Poor Decision (that's the name for now)

Witnesses

(Your perspective. A ~dream~)

Black. Endless black. Your eyes are open, yet you see nothing. You blink, flashes of color erupts your vision, the smell of powder filling your nasal cavities. Pain. As though your brain thrown haphazardly into flames. Your legs hurt from running. The fire intensifies with sudden tension rippling through your scalp. You're helpless to watch as you relive your memory.

The first time you found out what you were. You were dangerous. You are dangerous. Your dreams have always been vivid, enough to trick even yourself if you are there. It's good though. You have an immense imagination. Magic is limited only by your ability to form ideas, control over your emotions and, on occasion, your pain threshold. People often imagine what would happen if magic existed. To what extent. 

'Would werewolves, vampires, dragons, and various creatures exist? How would they function?' 

Then, as history has proven several times, they panic. 

'What if they attacked? What if they could control us, murder us, FEED on us?'

Even in stories and video games and comics, where, much like magic, only the mind prohibits you, those with magic are always answered with fear. We are controlled or we die. We can be in control too, but like you thought, its more popular for humans to be the majority. In some ways, this thought process was right. We are dangerous. We hold power. And as they had hoped, predicted, we are few. We have no idea how we came to be, but it happens. And we find out in the worst ways. We tend to be young, and as such, not in control of our emotions. Much like normal people, we are troubled as youth raised amongst people, treated like people, as people. Then as we get older, we change. Something alters in your lives that triggers our power.

"Almost text book, huh?" you laugh.

A scream tears through your thoughts on how you got into the struggle that was your 'awakening.' Your scream.

You're thrust back into your memory, the source of your scream trails from the shock of being grabbed by the hair as you run from your apartment building. Just as you are getting dragged backwards into the alleyway encasing your assailant, your vision jumps back to the beginning of your nightmare.

You're scalp no longer hurts, but you retain your head ache. You open your eyes to see your room from when you were eighteen. You were having a nightmare then as well, and having always the type of person to be consistently warm, you were not surprised at the film of odorless sweat cocooning your form. You had nightmares often, but being a lucid dreamer was also a common occurrence, so it was uncommon for you to feel so unsettled. It was late, and you were afraid of the dark. You grabbed you plush dragon toy to your chest and gulped in a breathe. Something felt...wrong. Unnatural. You were on high alert. Normally, even if you had a dream like this that affected you, you wouldn't wake, staying in the dream and toughing through till morning. This had never happened, waking from a nightmare this late. You were a heavy sleeper too, making you feel considerably more on edge. Well, more than you normally were.

You lived with you best friend and her family, as you barely knew your family other than their names. They worked a lot, and didn't have time for you, as you were not planned. They gave you a baby sitter. She was a kind woman by the name Evana. She treated you as though you were her own blood. Evana was unable to have kids herself, and was delighted when your parents decided to practically give you to her full time. She was very understanding when you were distant after they had unofficially abandoned you. Evana had done everything for you as a child. Neither your mother or father had held you for longer as necessary as a baby, and had hired Evana as a nanny to raise you in the early stages of life. As you aged, you forgot their faces, and were a part of Evana's family instead. They helped you in school, in life, in EVERYTHING. You were living in the cheap apartment that you Evana, her parents and her sister lived in when you power reared its deadly head. Your parents made great money, but they did not pay Evana much over minimum wage. That and you didn't exist to them, forcing you and four other people into a small apartment nestled in a shady part of town. Theft and petty crimes were common, so when you heard a strange noise your anxiety rose.

That one noise, and the dominoes became dangerously close to taking their final stand.

Curiosity, as it was, killed the cat.

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