Strange Thoughts

Strange Thoughts- Prologue

I ran over the bridge. I ignored the creaking, and the cracking noises it made every time my feet hit the ground. All I wanted to do was win the race.

My sister was four feet ahead of me, and I was gaining by the second. I grinned. I had been getting faster and faster everyday. I knew that today was the day that I would beat my sister, and get first pick of dessert.

My eight year old legs were short, and my ten year old sister was naturally tall, so she had the advantage. However, being eight, I never really thought about that when my sister asked me to race.

"C'mon, you're faster than that!" Aubrey taunted. I gained another foot on her, nearly stepping on the heels of her pink Nike tennis shoes. I reached out my hand and grabbed at her light brown hair. In response, she turned around and stepped on my foot.

"Owwwww!!!!" I yelped. Aubrey took off in front of me, sprinting as fast as she could. I was determined, though. I was not going to lose, it was brownie night.

I said a silent prayer to my high jumping sketchers and comfy yellow neon socks. I started to gain on Aubrey again, and this time she knew that there was no stopping me, unless she jumped. She took the final leap of faith, and jumped onto the grass at the end of the bridge, rolling and skinning her knees. I let out a whiny shriek.

My mom gave Aubrey a pat on the head.

"You'll definitely make the track team in junior high, Aubrey. You're a good runner Aelya, especially for your age." We both nodded, and I groaned. Aubrey was going to get the biggest brownie. It seemed so unfair to me, but it really was my fault. I did pull her hair.

"C'mon." My mom said. "It's time to head back for dinner." I crossed my arms and gave my mom the meanest look I could muster. She tried to hold in a chuckle, but couldn't keep it in when Aubrey started obnoxiously laughing to get on my nerves.

I wanted my parents to know I was seriously mad. That I, deserved the biggest brownie that night. I turned around and slowly took one step at a time, walking back to the other side of the bridge.

"Come back." My dad said. He was starting to get irritated. I kept walking, speeding up my pace. Both my mom, dad, and Aubrey began to follow me. My parents wanted to see how far I would go with this. My sister just wanted me to get punished, because when I got punished, I thought it made her laugh.

I started to run. I ran farther and farther across the old, grey, fifty yard bridge. I looked back, and I saw that my parents weren't following me anymore. I started to smile, but then my expression turned to confusion. Why weren't they following me?

My mom hurried Aubrey off the bridge, and my dad screamed my name.

"Aleya! Get back here!" His tone became more desperate every time he screamed. I looked around. Why should I?

My dad started to run towards me, and I ran away from him. I ran, and ran until I was at the end of the bridge.

"Run back!" My mom called to my dad. It was then that I realized what was happening. The end of the bridge I was standing on, started to slowly fall. I screamed, thinking that this was going to be the end of my life. I had so much to do before I died! I wanted to be a famous popstar, just like Hannah Montana!

I clung onto the grey planks of wood, and soon the bridge was hanging vertically off the side of a very steep cliff. I was near the bottom, but not enough that I would've been able to jump down without suffering at least a broken bone and a serious concussion.

I slowly began to slip, digging my sharp fingernails and callused fingers into the wood. The wood wouldn't hold me.

My mom had her phone out, shouting frantic words to someone who I guessed was either the police or fire department.

"Hold on for a little longer!" My dad said to me. I tried my best, but my fingers just couldn't seem to hold. I kicked my legs in the air, imagining that I could push myself higher like I could in a swing. Turns out, I couldn't.

I slipped more and more, and right when I could hear the sirens from the ambulance, I slipped and fell into the darkness that laid below me.

I wiggled my legs and flailed my arms, but I just kept falling and falling, for what seemed like an eternity.

I landed with a thump, and everything faded to black. It only lasted for a moment.

Wake up little girl. I screamed. I felt no pain, no numbness, even though I had just fallen thirty feet. It's okay. I'm friendly. So friendly, I'm giving you the power to to change lives, to change the world, and to change history.

"Why?!?" I asked. I was beginning to feel less afraid, and more curious. You're a foolish little girl, like most. I was insulted. You're not as bad as all of those boys, though. That made me crack a smile. I was a total feminist.

Thank you for coming here. I have waited so long to give someone my strength, my pride, and my burden. I used it for horrible things, and I am now cast, to lie here until someone like you comes by.

I looked around in wonder. I only saw darkness. "Echo." I said. My voice echoed in the cave. I looked at the ground intently. "Your voice doesn't echo, so that means you're coming from my head. Does that mean you're like my fairy godmother or something?"

The voice chuckled. You are very smart. I am no fairy godmother, you can trust me on that. However, you can be. Don't take this gift for granted. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I tried to wriggle out of its grasp, but something flowed out of it, comforting me, and calming me.

I bowed my head down and closed my eyes, my body was moving even when I didn't tell it to. I opened up my hands in my lap, and something warm was placed into it. I lifted my palms to the center of my forehead, and pressed them against it.

All of a sudden I was overwhelmed with a million words, opinions, some good some horrible. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

Thank you. Now I can rest my soul. Before you return up to your family and friends, I have to do one thing.

My nervousness came back to me, and I stood up abruptly. I saw a see-through hand stick through the darkness, as if the darkness was a barrier between me and whoever the voice belonged to. It reached out, and took my arm. I expected something soothing, but I got the opposite.

I heard a loud cracking noise before I felt the pain. First my arm broke, and then the hand came down to smash my head. Before I could scream out in pain, the world started to fade even more than it already was. The last thing I heard was the mysterious voice. Finally...