Can You See Me?

Pilot

°°Emily's Outfit°°

January 23rd, 2003 {The day I was born}~

    "Congratulations it's a baby girl!" the nurse cried with glee as my mother took me from her arms. The nurse gave a confused glance in between my mother and my dad but continued doing her job.

    "Look David, she has your brown eyes." she said gently kissing my head.

    "What are you talking about Elizabeth? She has your grey eyes." they exchange worried glances as they both see different forms of me.

    "Excuse me nurse but what color are her eyes?" the nurse turns and looks at my parents as if they lost it. She walks to me and looks into my orbs.

    "They are green Miss Salvator."

    "Why do all three of us see different colors?" my dad said as fear crosses his face.

    "Doctor Martin," The doctor ran in and nearly slipped on a glove that had fallen out the box.

    "The Salvatores claim that we are seeing different eye colors of the baby. What color eyes does she have?" she said holding me closer to the doctor.

    "Well, they are blue to me."

    "What's wrong with my baby?! Why are we seeing different colors?!" my mom screeches. The doctor rips me away from the nurse and my faint wails echo through the hospitals walls.

That's the story of how my parents first figured out I had a rare gift. They said that the doctor came back after ten hours and had confirmed that I had some type of power that was letting me turn into what people thought as perfect. I was taken home a week after to make sure my body was functioning right. I had no other family members due to a disease that ran down through my mother's side. My grandma on her side was named Katherine Pierce and my dad's adoptive mom is name Caroline Salvatore. My family moved from Mystic Falls to Riverside, California. When I moved to my new school everyone went crazy because they saw me from different points of view. I didn't ask for this gift and with everyday it's beginning to feel like a curse.

~August 16th, 2019 {first day of sophomore year}~

    "Emily come down for breakfast." my mom called from the stairs. I put on my fuzzy slippers and walked down the stairs with my sketchpad. My mom stood in the kitchen flipping pancakes while dad sat on the stool reading the daily newspaper. My beautiful black lab curled into a ball over my feet as I sit on the stool.

    "Morning." i smiled.

    "Morning beautiful." my dad says throwing me one of his goofy grins. Dad has to work today due to his business that he runs.

    "Orange juice or lemonade?" my mother called from the fridge.

    "Lemonade please." she hands me a tall glass of lemonade with pancakes and bacon. I stare at the cup in front of me as my reflection bounces back at me. My hazel eyes with flecks of silver around my pupil. A soft hand brushes a strand of my curly hair out of my face. I looked to my right to see mom with sadness painted on her face.

    "You are beautiful Emily, don't ever forget that."

    "When yall look at me yall see each other and i'm ok with that. It's just other people see me differently as if i'm not good enough for them." My eyes glistened at the reality that I live in. Nobody could see me for me, only my parents and my wolf could.