Pouvoir Oubliée

Country Roads, Take Me Away From This BS

thanks for reading! please bear with me as the first few chapters are a bit of exposition & me getting into the writing groove.

song of the chapter(idk for this one if u have a better suggestion lmk) - moon by sleeping at last

I was standing in a dark hallway, the only source of light came from what appeared to be a dark purple orb that flickered and cast an ethereal glow everywhere. I walked towards it, but it seemed to keep getting further and further away. Slowly, I began to run towards it until I tripped over a loose stone and fell onto the rough floor. I pushed myself off of it and looked up to see that my surroundings had been altered. I looked around to find that I was now in a circular room illuminated by an ornate golden mirror.

Looking closer, I noticed that a ball of purple flame was dancing on the palm of my hand. I lifted my hands to the mirror to see that my veins were glowing the same color as the flame as if the fire was coursing through my bloodstream. I tore my gaze away from my reflection and peered down at my own hand, only to find that the flame had vanished. I raised my head to look back at the mirror, but it had vanished from the room. I whipped around to search for it, but the room was gone and everything had faded to black. Slowly, a piercing sound got louder and louder, bouncing around in my skull. Wait.

I slammed my hand down in the general direction of my alarm clock. I assume I hit the snooze button, seeing as the incessant beeping finally stopped. Groaning, I turned over to see the time. A bright green 8:12 shined into my eyes. Shit. As per usual, I had slept way longer than I was supposed to on the one day I had to get up on time. I had a meeting with the school counselor, who was going to help me figure out my classes since I registered for school so late in the summer.

You see, my family decided to move to Austin after my sister, Cassie (short for Cassandra, my parents were on a weird greek mythology kick when we were born), went missing, despite spending our entire lives in NYC. She had been gone for over a year so any and all hope of her return slowly dwindled away. The constant reminders of her and the life we used to live had become too much for my family, and so we decided to move far away, which turned out to be Texas. Great.

Now I would like to say that I had been completely open-minded and that I was ignorant of stereotypes, but I wasn't. My immediate assumption was that Texas would be the worst possible place to live for me, the most backwater and typically southern place on earth. I imagined small towns, block parties, and old ladies driving large trucks with Trump stickers all over them. Now don't get me wrong, that may be what exists in some areas, but not Austin. Of course, it was very different from New York, and definitely not as big, but it was a fairly large city. People seemed nice, and no one was outwardly hostile to me.

Despite this, I wasn't very happy. I didn't have what I used to. Sure, our house was nice, but it didn't have the memories of our old apartment. The school was fine, but it didn't have my old friends, my favorite teachers, or any semblance of familiarity. All that I wanted was to go home or go somewhere that I could really fit in. I was sure that Austin would never be that.

I looked over next to my clock where I had accidentally knocked over a photo, one of the only decorative things I had unpacked since arriving a few weeks ago. It was a simple wooden frame containing a photo of my sister and I just a few weeks before she went missing last year. We went to Coney Island as a sort of final hurrah before school started again.

My sister and I didn't look very similar, in fact, we didn't even look like we were related. She had wavy dark brown hair that tumbled past her shoulders, starkly contrasting to my shoulder length and obviously dyed lilac hair. Her eyes matched her hair, whereas mine didn't even match each other. One eye is a dark blue, the other a bright violet which, by all accounts, isn't a natural color, but here we are. I never liked my eyes, but my sister always said that they gave me personality.