You are the Source

Chapter Two

Death. The end of life; the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism. Extinction; destruction: It will mean the death of our hopes. His last words were not said to his wife, or his daughter, but to me.

Saying that I was shocked would be an understatement. I was terrified. He was so weak. It was as if death had a hold on him, but he had a hold on life and that was all that was keeping him alive. "Meredith" He spoke with such desperation I was forced to move to the side of his clinical bed. "I need to speak with Meredith. Please can you leave?" My family, and My Aunt moved out of the room, but Lotte resisted until her mother pulled her out. "He's my dad! I should be spending time with him not you!!" she shouted these words at me. He's not her dad!"Meredith" I shifted so he could look at me properly. "You look so much like your mother when she was your age. So so young" He looked at me fondly, "She was young to have children, like you are too young to hold this power but you need to use them Meredith!" I drew in a breath. "How di- did you know?" He chuckled, making him look more alive. "I always knew, when you were little you weren't as subtle as you two thought you were." His eyes sparkled at the memory. "How do you know about the powers?" He shifted in his bed and grimaced from the pain. "Because, I have them too." The fright. The shock. The pain. Was all too overwhelming. I stood and paced the room, running memories through my mind, all the times he smiled at me when I was tricking my father. He knew all along. He had powers, yet he never helped me. "But...why didn't you tell me.." I kept pacing, "Why didn't you help me!" I heard him take a shaky breath. "Because you already knew what to do" Anger flared inside of me. I turned and faced him straight on. "Because I figured it out myself!! When i was younger! You don't know how many times I was frustrated yet terrified about what I could do!" He leant back in his bed and pulled his hand to his forehead. I began pacing again. "I didn't help you Meredith because You are the....." "I am the what! What is that I am, that tells you not to help me, when I was helpless?" I turned when he didn't reply. If life was and object, it had vanished in this very moment. His hand had fallen from his face, but his face showed so much peace, surely, he was alive. But peace was deceptive, because he was dead.

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I didn't cry because like life, it had vanished. I leaned up against the door, stopping anyone from coming in. The pounding and the screams from outside the door, was only background noise. The pounding in my head was much louder, the screams from my heart were much more significant, the tugging on my body, lead me to the one question, what am I. I am the.... The sentence could not be finished, like, he who shall not be named. I had a sudden need to get out, but not via my screaming family. "Because you already knew what to do!" My uncle’s words came back to me. I know what to do... The window. The window was flying to pieces before my eyes, forced by the ever-growing power in my skull. I was free. Until I was not. A male body collided with mine and the force threw me to the ground. Physical force was different to mental force. "Stay down. Keep quiet." Yeah right, I thought. I used my mental energy to throw him from my body, but I was weak, so so weak, but I clutched onto life and actually threw him from my body. "What the hell was that for!!" He yelled running back to me, his brown hair blowing in the wind. "I'm trying to help you!" The force of me picked him up, but pain sliced through my mind and I screamed out. His body landed with a thud before my screaming consumed my ears. I screamed for my uncle, for my power, for the ones I love, for life, for the light that was fading.