Whispers of the Mist: Watty Awards

Whispers of the Mist: Chapter One

Whispers of the Mist: CHAPTER ONE

Three weeks. It has been three whole weeks since I've seen that guy. Martin, that was his name. The guy who hasn't left my mind since I ran out of the coffee shop nor has his piercing green eyes that didn't look through me but rather directly into my own eyes. Or so I had thought.

I had come to an understanding with myself that it had just been my imagination running wild. Or maybe sleep deprivation. Yes, I know the simple things like sleeping, eating, drinking.....I also should mention that I can't do any of those things, I have to breathe, of course, but most of the mandatory things that always apply to human beings don't apply to me.

I don't have superpowers either, just to get that out of the way. I can't fly, I can't walk through objects, I have to open doors or squeeze through people who I can't just walk past.

For example, if I walk in a store I have to open a door just like everyone else only when I open the door no one sees it, in reality the door doesn't open, I only know when something happens and I'm the one doing it.

It's like I'm in my own world, literally.

My memories are slowly coming back, by slowly I mean slower than a ticking grandfather clock. I know my name, Ravenna Darian Shane. I know how old I am, 17, but I don't know my actual birth date.

That's pretty much it, besides an reoccurring person, well two persons. A pretty blonde with light blue eyes and a slender figure and a shaggy red headed guy that isn't too muscular nor to less to not be toned. These two persons flash through my mind when I try to remember anything. I don't know their names or who they are but they must have been persistent in my life when I was 'alive' since they keep reoccurring in my thoughts.

Hopefully I'll figure it out, or I'll die trying.

"Die trying...." I murmured aloud with a small, dry chuckle.

I slowly came out of my thoughts with the sound of drills on the roof flooding my ears. Rain was plummeting down with a speedy pace, almost like each drop was racing the other to see who could get to Earths surface faster.

I watched this for a while from the small, circular attic window that was coated in dust and spider webs. This is where I had adapted to, an abandoned little two story shack that I had wandered upon three weeks ago.

Not the cleanest nor was it the filthiest but with me not being able to grab anything; it wasn't to my ability to straighten it up. I admit that this is where I have been sulking during the day and in the night. I rarely have left this place since it came to my finding, I wouldn't go as far as saying it felt like 'home' but it was shelter. It was my rock, it kept me grounded a little to know I had somewhere to go to.

I stood up from the small bucket I had been sitting on and walked over to the window, the rain blurred the sight so I couldn't see far at all. I closed my eyes and sank down to my knees, folding my arms on the windowsill and resting my forehead on them, wishing for sleep to come but knowing that it wouldn't.