Hidden Temples

(2)Winds

(Rue)
I wake up the next morning, and rub my eyes.
I was hopping to wake up, and realize that what happened yesterday was only a dream, but everything seemed to real not to be true.

So I trotted down my stairs and searched my table for breakfast.
"Where's breakfast?" I ask my mom.
"Oh sorry forgot to make it." She laughs.
I wait for her to get up and help me with breakfast, instead she turns around, and starts to help my dad with something on his computer.
I sigh angrily, then look through my fridge.
Nothing.
"Mom, where's the food?"
"Oh I forgot to go shopping, maybe you can go out and get some groceries, and get some food on the way back."
She turns around again.

I scowl at her, ready to just plop on my couch, and forget it all.
But I realize that I'm actually really hungry, so I glare at my mother once more, before turning around and walking back upstairs.

I open my closet and pull out my favourite black t-shirt, my black tights, and my loose grey sweater, and of course my earphones.
I run back downstairs, and rush out the door before my mother asks me to do anything else for her.
A cool breeze rushes towards me, tossing my hair back, sending it flying in my face.
I cough.
Once I reached the large green park that surrounds my house, a huge gust of wind knocks me backwards, sending me tumbling across the grass.
"What the heck?" I mutter under my breath.
I sit upright. The wind is completely still now.
What just happen?
The wind can't just have a gust of ifs own, and throw it wherever it wants?

I struggle to get up, and continue walking, looking behind me once and a while, to make sure no ones following me, it sounds stupid, but I'm paranoid now. First a teenage boy disappears in front of me, and now the winds have a mind of heir own?
Something strange is happening.

Just then another wind comes and knocks me, making me go flying backwards
"What the hell?" I say aloud this time.
"Crap."
I start to turn around and go home, when my stomach growls.
I curse my stomach for being so hungry, and change my mind, heading for the bus.

I want to go to the same cafe were I saw that boy, but part of me didn't, it wanted me to go straight home, curl into a ball on my bed, and never come out until the scary winds and strange people were gone. But instead I walk up the same streets as yesterday, and slip into the cafe.
I look around.
He wasn't there, no tall, mysterious, disappearing boy.

I don't know if I should be happy that he's not there, or upset that I can't interrogate him, and ask him a bunch of questions.

I grab a three dollar muffin from the front table, and walk home, forgetting about grabbing groceries from a near by store.
My mind was pooling with a bucket load of questions and theories, that I want answered.

Just then, a huge gust of wind, comes and knocks me over, pinning me to the ground.
Pissed, I try to get up, but the wind holds me flat on the ground, All I can do, is lay there useless, and scared, utterly scared.

I close my eyes, and try to calm my breathing. Then a hint of warmth sends sparks in my mind, I follow its trail. Something in me clicks, shifts in place.
I somehow manage to pull my left arm free, and a gust of wind, flows up my arm, and I push the wind toward the gust that's pinning me down.
Something cracks, and I roll down the hill I was walking on, tumbling, and tumbling.

"Ouch."
I sit up coughing and wheezing.
Then I spit out a chunk of grass.
I gag.

I scramble to my feet, and go into a full sprint towards my house. I don't dare look back.

Once I reach my house, I struggle to open the door.
I trip over my feet, as I run up my stairs to my bedroom, not mentally asking myself why my parents aren't home.
I shut and lock my door. I shut my window and anything else that's open.
I collapse on my bed.

"What. just. happened. how, how'd I do that...that thing with the wind!"
I grab my throat, gasping for air.
I need air, but I don't want to risk it. But if I don't, I think I might actually stop breathing.
Before I can change my mind, I open the latch on my window, and suck in a huge breath of air.

Better.

I slide down the wall holding the window. And let the cold floor, sooth me, sending cold shivers down my spine.
I take slow shaky breaths, and manage to clear my vision.

I sigh.
How did I do that? I somehow managed to coil the wind around my wrist?
My stomach turns.

I close my eyes, hoping that nothing comes in through my window. And try to fall asleep. But I can't,  different thoughts fill my mind, making my head throb. Along with the voices.

The voices.

What if something is wrong with me? That would explain the voices, and the creepy wind controlling thing, and why...why I don't look like my parents.
That can't be a mistake. No one in my entire family looks like me, no one.
What if my parents actually didn't give birth to me. That would explain a lot of stuff.
I open my eyes, I'm not crying or sad, I'm not even mad or scared.
I've never actually fit in, never really belonged.
Now I know why. But the one thing not explained is how I did that to the wind, or the voices.

How am I going to confront my parents about this? should I even tell them?
My head began to spin, round and round.
Who am I? But most importantly, what am I?

As I lay in bed, I kept asking myself the same question, over and over again. Until I finally turn around in a comfortable position, and drift off to sleep.