The Junk Drawer

Seekers

This was written when I was writing alongside  @yoyopay, @starlightt and @TaintedRain on a website called AmazingKreations, check it out!

Dedication to @fangirlicious for the awesome cover!

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The supernatural is the natural not yet understood. 

-Elbert  Hubbard.

Sometimes I feel like everyone’s feelings are mine. Even the soft breeze kissing the hairs on my arms and blowing through my hair doesn’t remind me of the present. Of now. I can only but remind myself that I’m not some sort of God, I’m not some sort of emotionless being feeling only from others. I’m not empty. But why do I feel that way?

“I can’t believe you!”

I watched from a deserted park bench as a woman, not much older than 30, incredulously shouted those words at feeble looking man carrying a baby.

“Anne…please…”

Anne, looking even angrier than she did before, snatched the baby from the man’s hands and hastily wiped tears from her eyes. 

It was sad. Not because this couple were most likely headed to divorce, but because I knew exactly what was going to happen before it actually did. I used to call it a super power, able to change course of a conversation before my mother asked if I’d done my homework, able to predict which takeaway was going to come the fastest. Able to predict death. 

I learnt to block it out, eventually. I looked to my right and saw a girl, about my age, grinning from ear to ear as she sashayed down the street. Just above her head I saw the images. In about an hour, she was going to return to her boyfriend whom she’d just left, and find him having an affair with her best friend. I turned away quickly, feeling a jab of sympathy.

Brushing my blonde hair away from my face, I felt an undeniable pull to my left. Unconsciously my head snapped up to meet that of a boy’s. His handsomely defined jaw and set eyes bore into mine. His tousled brown hair danced alongside the gentle summer breeze. But that wasn’t what I was looking at. In the image above his head I saw my own face, I saw myself smiling, laughing. I saw myself falling in love.  My heart rate quickened and I shot up from the park bench before running any direction that I could. I was scared, scared of what would happen if I let myself believe those images.

My breathing came out in scattered pants as I tried to recollect myself. My surroundings were slightly familiar, and I glimpsed a familiar café deciding to head in it’s direction. Suddenly dizzy, I didn’t notice my collision with a hard surface. My worst fears were confirmed as I came face to face with the boy, who looked just as out of breath as I was.

“You run fast” was all he said, as he studied me.

I didn’t say anything, just watched myself getting married above his head. I felt sick.

“I can see them too” he told me causing my eyes to flick to his “I see everything”

I didn’t want to allow myself to believe that there was someone else in the world like me.

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time Joanna”

My name sounded soft and syrupy from his lips, and I felt my cheeks heat up. “How do you know my name?”

The boy smiled “I think the question is…how do I not know your name?”

“Are you Cyprus?” I didn’t know how I knew. I just knew.

Cyprus smiled “I’m Seeker number 6”

“Seeker number 6 ? I muttered “What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry about that now” he entwined our fingers and stepped closer “Just know that it’s me and you now”

And somehow, I believed him.

Part 2:

The world wasn’t what it seemed.

I mean, 3 years ago at the tender age of 16, I was sat on a park bench wondering what my life was and why had this disease of a power that enabled me to see the future. Presently, I was attending the University of California, Los Angeles with no cares in the world.

Well, besides the fact that I was Seeker Number 4 and was designed to save the world.

I flicked my eyes around the small apartment a short distance from my Uni, yawning as I shut my book. Studying criminology and psychology, I had a handful of reading to do and essays to complete. Just as I was about to settle back into reading, hot breath fanned my neck before I felt kisses down it. I rolled my eyes and gave a soft smile.

“Stop” I whispered squirming a little.

My boyfriend, Cyprus Evans, didn’t take no for an answer.

“Cyprus” I was squirming and he chuckled picking me up swiftly, causing a squeal to escape my lips.

“Where’ve you been?” I studied his tousled hair before running my hands through it.

He sighed “Searching”

We’d been searching for 3 years. Both I and Cyprus were Seekers, and there were 8 of us in total. Cyprus informed me when he had found me back in Chicago that our job couldn’t be completed without all 8 of us present. There were 4 different gifts in our group and both I and Cyprus inhabited the gift of foreshadowing an event. Right after Cyprus had found me, we had journeyed to Nevada, where Aretha lived. She was an old soul, in charge of choosing each generation of seekers to balance out the worldly affairs and emotions so that the Trimurti, a group similar to ours but intent for evil, could not get to the world.

It was a complicated business.

“Do you think we’ll ever find them?”

Cyprus played with my fingers, leaning down to press a soft kiss on each of them. It was still a wonder how his touch still got my heart racing. I could only thank fate for bringing us together. “I don’t know Joanna” he whispered.

I sighed knowing he was stressed, whilst I was a freshman in college, Cyprus was already in his second year being 20 already.

“Shall we go and get lunch?”

Cyprus shot me a mischevious grin “I think I have lunch right here”

My reply was cut off  by his feverish kiss and I twisted in his lap deepen the kiss, no matter how blissful it was, I couldn’t ignore the gnawing hunger in my stomach.

“Cy…”

“Hm baby?”

“I’m hungry”

He shot me an amused smile before pulling me up “Well then we shall feed you”

I pulled on a pair of sandals before following him out of the apartment and allowing the warm Californian breeze to whip through my hair. With a tight hold on Cyprus’ hand, we headed to the local burger place. I was cut off fantasizing about onion rings as Cyprus pulled me to a stop.

“He hear that?”

I strained my eyes before shaking my head no. After a few seconds I heard a grunt and then a crash. I looked into the alleyway beside me and my eyes widened as I saw a boy, about our age, levitating a man in the air with his bare hands. Another girl, a little younger than us, placed her hand on an elderly woman, who had a gash on her arm. The gash closed up slowly and I heard Cyprus gasp.

“Don’t mug old ladies” the boy allowed the man to drop and he yelled out in pain.

Cyprus grinned before looking at me “I think we found two more seekers”