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Introduction

"I never asked to be like this" she mumbled

I swear I heard those birds again, They always follow her, Constantly.

     I woke up in a sweat that early morning the only reason why I was able to get out of the horrid nightmare, because it felt like something was watching me, I wasn't wrong. By the pre-bloomed orchid that was placed perfectly on my cherry wood desk, was my roommate he leaned in the corner by the door happened completely open, the door handle seemed as if it was slammed into the wall. Unfamiliar noises coming from down the hall put me on edge, and my roommate looked like he had seen a dead body.

    I knew that something was wrong. It took a few minutes for him to realize that I was awake, but the time I saw his dark brown eyes the way that they were I felt as if I sobered up, out of that drug known as sleep.  I saw the way he looked at me, dead in the eyes, and his eyes no longer full of emotion longing for something to give him a taste of, my eyes, Everyone told me, my emotions shined through my eyes. Not my body language, nor my smile.

    "Jackson?" I mumbled groggily, before looking at my phone shining in my face expecting it to be at least eight, but it was three, three in the morning. I didn't bother to look at the thousands of notifications flooding in, some were texts, some missed calls and, voicemail "It's three in the bloody morning?!" He continued to stare down at his hands, they were shaking, the matter of fact his entire body was shaking. Still ignoring me I decided to ask again "Jackson, what is going on?"

    He looked up for a moment and I could see his entire face filled with fear, and solemn. His eyes darted across the room, tapping his feet and fiddling his thumbs uncontrollably, it seemed as if he was high on crack, it wouldn't surprise me, he ran with that kind of crowd.

    He finally broke the radio silence, "You're not going to believe me" He mumbled under his breath,

    "I've known you all these years, that face. I know you're not lying." I responded my heart began to race I could feel it from everywhere to my heart to my hands, though I was sitting I could already feel the floor begin to sway under my feet.

    "You remember, Grey" his voice fell in and out of balance as his words slurred, of course, I knew what he said, the entire situation had been foreshadowed for the past year.

    "I heard about her," I began to think, my thoughts were racing everything from fear to excitement to exhaustion, looking over at my phone that kept lighting up after every few seconds with a new voicemail, maybe text message 'Three o'seven'

Three, for a girl.

Seven, for a secret, to never be told.

   He still didn't respond. I gritted my teeth, one of my bad habits. The tips of my fingers tapping on the bed sheets by this time I was sitting on the corner facing Jackson. I didn't even feel my self-move.

    "Wait. You knew her? Personally?" with all the stuttering and silence we'd be done by morning "I thought she was just a story."

    "I knew all of them" he murmured "At least, I thought I did. Once. A long time." He kept making long pauses between words as if he was thinking about what to say ahead of time making everything more dramatic than it already needed to be. 

     "What were they like?" I responded quickly I didn't know anything about them and his past life, he never spoke about it, I was so groggy, that maybe after a while, I'd realize this was just a dream and maybe I'd wake up

     "They were going to change the world" he chuckled smiling, "It was just two, very different people. Creating, a revolution. They disappeared one day, and the entire project involving hundreds of people was just forgotten about" He laughed to himself again shaking his head still looking down "I'm pretty sure I'm one of the few that still remember."

     "Tell me about grey, and whoever the other person is, tell me everything." I felt like a child crowding around their father to be told stories about his life about those things I never saw, those stories that I'd never know unless it was passed down to me, it was such a surreal feeling that the air began to grow sticky in anticipation.

    "Grey was. Grey." He fiddled with his watch "Alexander, He was yellow. He was the type of person who was always skipping around, looking in windows of shops, laughing, cheerful he was the type of person to jump on you after years of separation." You could tell the thought of Alexander made him happy, they were best friends.

    His face went pale as he looked down at his blue jeans. "Then Grey, Grey was the type of person who would wear baggy sweaters, ripped jeans, a pair of maroon vans, every day. She was the person who would always have her earbuds in blasting it you could hear it across the room, yet she heard everything, saw everything, she knew everything that was going on. She had connections. Grey was the kind of person who could disappear and reappear not literally but it felt like it"

      A New-Zealand accent filled the neat room just as the sun began to rise, "Talking about me, Jax." The emphasis on the word 'Jacks' made both of our stomachs turn. I watched Jacksons entire body "Mood" change, from calm to on edge.

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