The Flash

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Chapter 1 ♡

Life moves on if you like it or not, I would know. All of my friends are already moving and getting jobs, the point is there all getting a start on their life's, and me, well, I'm just stuck. Stuck in the middle just feeling lost and confused about my next step in life.

I don't travel much, or really do much of anything, but my friends do. My life is completely and utterly meaningless. I mean I contribute nothing to society and I have nothing to even look forward to. I told Ava, my best friend, a few days about how I feel sort of lost, she recommend I leave Greens. But I've grown up here in Greens I can't really imagine leaving this town.

I bit my lip slightly in thought, it's something girls would always scoff over me doing it. They think I'm trying to bite my lip to draw attention but really, it's a habit. I always do it when concentrated or in thought, just like when I'm confused I scrunch my eyebrows. It's little things like that I just can't really control.

I pulled my thoughts back into the small coffee shop in Greens, the place I wondered if my future was meant to be at. Or was I meant for something different, or more?
Just, things like Math and English don't make me happy, I don't want to use my whole life working a boring, almost meaningless job.

I want to do science, I want to explore, to see what the world has to offer, to see what nobody else can. I hate how interested I am in it all, I really do. I can't do the simplest tasks without my mind flickering through crazy theory's. I feel out of place here. Will I even find my place?

My eyes scanned away from the window, I was looking at the busy street of rushing cars, to my hot steaming cup of coffee. Something that would never disappoint me as people do. Well, as Jack did. It's not fair of me to blame the whole human race on his actions. I would hope not many people are so cruel.

I pulled my slightly overly baggy grey jacket over my hands as I sipped my hot steaming coffee, that's it, that's the taste that would always be there for me. My phone lit up on the booth's table meaning a message as I looked at it, 'Hey bb, I totally think I'm going to take a vacay. Might stop by to see you before I leave. Xx' Even Ava's leaving Greens. Wow.

I gently slid my phone into the jacket pocket as I popped my earbuds into my ears, re-adjusted the black headband I had on, as I retighten my ponytail.
My hair was light brown, in a high ponytail, it fell at my shoulder. I plopped down some cash at my table as a tip and I headed out of the door for my daily jog.

Having a friend like Ava is interesting to say in the least. It's just, people see me as the type of girl that parties and has my nails done 24/7 just like her. But in reality, I'm really not. I don't mind having my nails off every once in a while. It gives me a chance to play guitar, by the way, do you know how hard it is to play guitar with plastic glued to your fingers? It's really not easy. They break. And they hurt. And they snap. I've had experience. Trust me.

My feet lead me down the path I've been down many times before, today it was covered in brightly covered leaves, it is fall after all. The yellows mixed with the bright greens, sometimes a few good brown crunchy ones, I always take a few feet off of my path to step on them.

When I run I like to push myself to the limit, and I mean the actual limit. The breaking point. I know my breaking point pretty well I think, usually 4 miles and my body becomes numb, that's if I have 2 breaks during it anyway. If I run non-stop I can only go 2, but every day I force myself to go farther and farther.

My feet bounced off of the pavement as I ran fast enough to where it felt I was gliding across the leaves. My eyes flicker to a trail I've only run a few times, and that was in perfect weather too. I make sure not to run it on rainy days because there's a lot of mud, I don't like redoing all of my laundries again just because of mud.

My feet bounced to the trails beginning an I passed the 'Warning Bears. Warning Snakes, Warning drop-offs.' Sign. That's also another reason why I don't run on rainy days, one slip and your falling 2 stories. I don't know about you but being in a loss of control free-falling 3 stories doesn't sound nice to me. My feet rustled many leaves up as occasionally I stepped on some brown ones. The leaves reminded me of all of the Easter things. How everything is so brightly decorated.

I remember me and my sister Liz was running, sort of racing around the yard looking for Easter eggs. We would always dump them all out at the end of the day and see who grabbed more. Whoever got more won, they had bragging rights and front seat for a few months. But occasionally I would yell 'Shotgun!' And run into the car first, I would actually lock the doors too so she couldn't force me out until we left the driveway.

Liz. I really miss her. Soon as I think about her my mood changes almost completely as if a light switch was flickered in my mind. Sometimes it feels like I'm sort of a robot, just thinking constantly but not able to express it. As if I just say what others want. I know Liz didn't do that. Oh no she wouldn't, she would say whatever she thought, she was honest and truthful about things. I wonder what she would be like at my age, what would she be like at 17? Would she still have that braveness in her? Or would society have crushed her, just like that car did?

My feet sped up on the dirt path filled with crunchy notions as I felt as if I was running from something like I was running from the pain of the night I found out my 10-year-old sister had passed. The moment I really realized I would never see her again, I was broken. That was really when I was a robot.

I would sit with wondering thoughts if I even thought about explaining my feelings all that would happen is sobs of words. The worst part is people just couldn't understand it, the way I felt. My pace sped up even more as leaves were rushing past me. 8, that's how old I was. We were 2 years apart and she left me. Why did she have to leave me?

Suddenly, with a crack of a stick, I hit with my shoe and I lost my balance, I leaned forward in an attempt to fixate it. I fell forwards grabbing at the dirt, but all that happened is I grabbed at leaves. Leaves that was loose to Earth and didn't help me stay in place.
That was when I started falling. Falling. And falling. My hands were still grasping at air as the side of the cliff entered my view.

A loud sound hit my ears as a moment after, the breath that was in my stomach was gone. I gasped for air as it stung down through my throat. My back felt as if numbness took over. I moved a small amount only as I was still in shocked pain. I slowly rolled onto my stomach, a dumb choice, it caused me even harder to breathe. I pushed myself up in a pushup stance as I leaned myself against the side of the cliff. I reached for my phone as there were no bars.

"I'm okay," I said shakily and breathless to myself. I remember how Liz was so tough, she could've made it through anything. I would get scared by being alone as she embraced her fears. I wish I could do that, but right now, I'm all alone. Even if I screamed for help, not a soul would hear me. I would always pretend to be brave, that the small things didn't scare me just so I could be like her. So maybe she would be proud of me. Isn't that what all younger siblings want? For their family to be proud.

I took a sharp breathe in as I realized how bad the pain was. My arm felt as if someone came at it with a chainsaw. I pushed myself off of the rock into a standing position as I took a glance at my arm, it had a dark red color beginning to overcome the grey of my jacket. "Damnit," I muttered as I stripped off my jacket, I was left in a training/workout bra. I wrapped the jacket around my arm, tightening it with my teeth.

I looked up to the sky as my ponytail dangled, the cliff was at least 30 feet up, and the sun was just officially starting to come up, must be about 8:00, I thought to myself.
I took a few steps back from the cliff spotting an outward rock that would be easy to climb up. I spotted a pattern of rocks that I could possibly climb up.

"Here I go," I whispered readjusting my ponytail. I pulled myself up onto the rock causing a shooting pain down my arm. I grunted as I heaved myself onto the next rock.

Authors note
It will take a few chapters for the good stuff, but I feel her background and experience is important.

This might have been a slightly boring chapter but it will get better, romance, sci-fi, horror, mystery, the best has yet to come.