Alison

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Alison opened the door to the taxi and stepped out into the wind. "Hey Ma'am? You gotta pay me." The driver said, rolling down his window. She didn't respond, but instead, proceeded to walk down a dark alley. "Hey lady!!" She heard footsteps behind her, but something was drawing her in the other direction. "Aye man!" The driver yelled out, still following her. She was stuck in a siren's song. "You hear that?" She asked the driver, who had finally caught up to her, after she had stopped walking. He was too busy trying to catch his breath to answer. The song drew her in like a bug to a light, she could feel it invading her body. Filling up her lungs and clouding her mind. It pulled through her, as if it was the very blood flowing through her veins. It became her heart, beating to it's own dark rhythm. Alison turned around slowly to face him. "You shouldn't have come here." Her voice was raspy, low, and her green eyes rolled to the back of her head. "What the hell? I just want my money lady. You're crazy." The driver said taking a step back and pulling out his cell phone to call the police. With a simple wave of the hand, the iPhone flew out of his hand and hit the brick wall of the building. "Oh shit!" He turned around to run, as Alison let out a maniacal laugh. "You shouldn't have come here!!!" She yelled and walked towards the driver as he ran back out and got into his cab, driving away. Alison looked to see if anyone was watching her and turned to head back down the alley. "Leave me alone!" She yelled out, grabbing her head and dropping to her knees. "You have to accept your gift. Or we WILL make you use them." It said. Alison closed her eyes tight and wished that she was home, back in her bed. The smell of fried chicken filling the air and the laughter of her parents ringing  through the halls. Her twin sister dancing through the house, listening to Justin Bieber. Back when life was simple, and she wasn't 16. but it happened, she did turn 16, the worst day of her life. Alison pushed back her red hair out of her face and stood up. Brushing the dirt off of her blue scrubs, she walked back up the alley and into the street. Cars were going everywhere and the city of Springton was definitely busy. Alison was now 59 miles away from Lawson County, but it didn't seem far enough. And though she was a little closer to Georgetown, she wasn't close enough. There is a guy who lives there, who has abilities like she did. She saw his videos on YouTube when they were able to use the computers at leisure time. He understood her, she was sure that he would know how to help her. Calvin Langford, that's his name. Looking around, she thought about getting a room for the night. Only thing is, she didn't bring any money and she was still dressed like a crazy patient. "What to do?" She asked no one in particular as she walked into the small diner across the street.

"Hey pretty lady. Why do you look so down?" A fat, blonde haired lady with a beard,came up to her. Her uniform was dusty and her name tag read Flo.  Alison shook her head and put her face on the table. She was worn out. "Well okay. What can I get you?" Flo whipped out her note pad and grabbed the small pencil from behind her ear. Alison didn't lift her head but instead mumbled, "nothing. I don't have any money."  Flo took a sympathetic look at the fragile girl sitting in the booth. She looked worn out, as if she had been struggling all of her life. Her red hair was turning burgundy and looked dirty. Her clothes looked tattered and torn up. Those rugged blue scrubs and dirty Chuck Taylor's screamed runaway. The girl couldn't be no older than 16. "Where are your parents?" No answer from the girl. "How about I bring you a grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of milk?" Flo scribbled in her pad and walked away. Alison soon fell asleep at the table. Something she hadn't done in days.