It was a typical Monday morning, or so everyone else thought. To me it was the day that had haunted me all my life, the day I'd seen written on the walls, or the floor, or moulded out of clouds into the sky, even in the rain.
Eever since I'd started seeing the symbols they were everywhere. At first I only saw them in my dreams, my therapist had said that it was natural for "kids" to start seeing things after an accident but there was nothing natural about this, as the day drew closer the symbols grew more and more impatient at me, impatient because I couldn't figure out what they meant. Every now and then I'd think I'd figured it out, only to realise there was a missing symbol or one of them didn't look exactly lie it was supposed to, so I'd be back to square one.
Of course school didn't help either, when I was there I had to concentrate on other things, but no matter how hard I tried to ignore them, the symbols were always there, taunting me, like they had a mind of their own.
I was an outsider here; all the other kids didn't like my fascination with the symbols. They didn't call it a fascination though, they thought it was an obsession, an illness; they thought it was contagious and if they spent too much time around me they'd catch it too, morons. Little did they know I knew all their secrets.
See the symbols didn't just show my future events, they showed me the things people were most ashamed of, the things they wanted to keep hidden. The secrets, the lies, the guilty pleasures, they were all there. I was ashamed to admit that, from time to time, I did use people's secrets against them, but only when I couldn't stand their aversion of my any longer. Most of the time I didn't mind that they left me alone, even the teachers didn't ask me questions in class anymore, but sometimes it annoyed me that they all cringed away from me when I walked past them, or recoiled when we bumped into each other in the hallway, after all none of them knew anything about me. They'd all decided to believe the rumours, to believe that I was a freak.
A/N I'm working on the next chapter now! It should be up in a few days! Let me know what you think! :D Also this chapter is dedicated to NikkiIreason for the amazing cover :)
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Symbols
Short StoryKatelyn Broody's spent years seeing symbols, warning her of day in her future that will change her life forever. Now that day is here and she's no closer to figuring out what the warning means. So when two strange and mysterious boys appear in her l...