Generation Infinosil

Chapter Four

Chapter Four - Kaitlyn

2050

"Ergh." I thought on that Tuesday morning. Two English lessons, a history lesson and then two maths lessons; Tuesday was, by far, the worst day of the week.

But I remember one Tuesday that changed everything.

I walked into my English class and reached my desk just as the bell rang. My teacher, Mrs Anderson, was a frail, ancient woman; she looked as if you could pull her apart without the slightest bit of effort. Her skin hung on her face, particularly around her eyes and her breath always smelt stale.

That's why it was so unpleasant when she glared at you from her cluttered desk for almost arriving late; she looked like a witch that you would have in a fairy tale, one that could kill you with her deadly gaze.

I was getting on with my work, trying not to give her any reason to rise from her spot and approach me; any reason to come close enough for me to inhale her foul breath and observe her terrifyingly blood shot eyes.

That's when I heard the slow creek of the door. I was frightened to look up, just in case it attracted the witch's attention but I felt a curious tug in my stomach that couldn't possibly be ignored.

The room fell silent as a student stepped in, appearing confident despite the frightening sight of Mrs Anderson.

"Good morning ma'am, could you please tell me if I'm in the right class?" The stranger asked. I'm not entirely sure how the rest of the conversation went, my mind was too distracted by the peculiar feeling that I had seen this handsome guy and heard that calm, deep voice before.

Whilst I was trying to figure out where I might have met him, he strolled past me to the desk behind mine. When his eyes fell on me, he paused, but only for a second. Not enough to convince me that there was any recognition.

"Perhaps we've met before but he doesn't remember me, it wouldn't be the first time that someone has forgotten about dull me." I remember wondering.

Only few of those who were unaware of my accident remembered me and those who did know of my accident, remembered me as the freak who somehow survived it.

Did you know that there were even rumours going around that I made a deal with the devil to trade him my soul for him to bring me back to life? People thought that my loss of memory could have been a result of me losing my soul, but I always thought that was ridiculous.

I'm just a completely ordinary girl who had an accident that made her less ordinary.

Sometimes I wondered what would have happened if I did die, would life be easier for my parents? If I died then surely they would have been able to move on from their loss. Instead they had to face their loss everyday when I ventured downstairs in the mornings and when I sat opposite them for dinner in the evenings.

I was a walking, talking reminder of what could have been, and I loathed it with every inch of my body.

They didn't deserve this prolonged pain.