Trancedentals

The Dream

"We should take her." A dark haired girl speaks. Frustration evident in her voice as she paces back and forth past an open window surrounded by an old brick wall. The moonlight pools into what little of the room I can make out. There's some sort of body of water beneath the light of the moon. But the window is small and so I'm left to wonder.

"Come sister. Sit down. Relax. Be reasonable." There's a boy. He looks very much like the girl. Shorter hair. But just as dark. Just as perfectly flowing near his face. Eyes closed, he takes a deep breath. "The time will come. You know as well as I that this is not the right moment. This is not the time. And-"

"Timing is everything." She mocks. "I know.  I know. But we need her brother and her safety is priority.  Our safety is priority."

"Yes. Indeed it is. Which is why we will continue to watch over her like we have done thus far. It is but a matter of time now, Nicholette. She won't be left to the unconcious for too much longer now. We have no intention of leaving her to those dull creatures for too long. But she has to trancend first.  And you know that. As long as she keeps fighting it we can't possibly do much for her. She wouldn't believe it. Wouldn't trust us. Wouldn't come to us willingly. And we need her to trust us, sister. And surely you remember what it was like seeing mother and father trancend right in front of us. Seeing those things from people we had known our whole lives? Imagine being that girl. Being all but backed into a corner by complete strangers. We mustn't frighten the fledgeling. She needs time."

"I know that everything you're saying is true. But time is not on our side. I think it's high time that we push a little, Nicholi. The skies grow darker each month. And the light of the sun grows dim one in the same." Nicholette's eyes look away from the window and meet her brothers gaze.

Silver. Their eyes were silver. Argent. Sterling. They were bright. And it seemed as though they had become electrified when they made eye contact woth each other. I felt a pang in my chest. Pulling me back to reality in slow, painful waves.

"Alexander Reed. It's time." And with the mention of my name slipping from the twins mouths simultaneously, I am jolted awake in my bed. To the screaming of Jeorgette.

"Wake up! You good for nothing waste of space! There is cleaning to be done! Move your ass before I burn you again!" And with that threat I rolled out of bed. I threw on a dingy, used to be white, tank top and some baggy old leggings that I'm sure were black. Once upon a time.

What a weird dream I thought to myself as I grab the cleaning supplies propped up by my door. I slipped on my hand me down sneakers that were a size too small. I dare not complain because Jeorgette would have my head for that. I avoid any and every single thing that I think might set her off. But my existence is her biggest frustration and there is nothing that I can do about that. Except maybe die. But I'm not quite hating life enough to end it all. Not yet anyway.

There's  a pulsing in my chest as I make my way down the hall. Hair tied up with an old dirty shoe string that I think I found in an alley way once quite some time ago. The pulsing is faint but still very evident.  The broom clinks against the empty,  rusted metal bucket as I make my way to the bathroom to fill it and begin my daily line up.

I had been so caught up in my own head that I hadn't even realized that the bathroom light was on and so the first lashing of the day would soon be upon me. I turnd the knob and pushed the door in, my mind clouded with thoughts of that odd dream as I started into the distance. Suddenly there was a milk curdling scream that broke me from my trance in an instant.

"What are you doing you wretched girl!" Meet Penny. My sister. And I use that term so very lightly because she hates my insides as much as Jeorgette.  Maybe even more. They have their reasons for their hatred for me I suppose. On some twisted level it makes sense I guess.

When I was born my mother died. That's really all their is to it. She just didn't make it. And ever since then I've been my family's black sheep, to say the least. It's like Cinderella. Kind of. Without the prince.  Or the inheritance. Or anything good happening in the end. They think I'm the devil. Meant to destroy everything that I touch. The life I lead is my punishment for destroying what they describe as, the most wonderful human being on the planet. But truly if she was an wonderful as they say, then surely she wouldn't have wanted her own baby to be treated this way. Right?

"You poor, foul, and putrid excuse for a person." Penny hissed. A towel wrapped around her body. Water dripping down her legs in a puddle on the floor. A puddle that I would have to clean up. I want to roll my eyes deep into the back of my head. But I can't because believe it or not, that would definitely make things worse for me. And they are already about to get worse. "NANA! "

Penny let out an intense, high pitched scream that could literally shatter  a persons ear drum. It's moments like these that I imagine shaving  her head in her sleep. And her eyebrows too. So she can be as ugly on the outside as she is on the inside.

"You putrid girl." I hear disgust dripping as she speaks each word. I can almost feel her flying siliva on my neck as she approaches me. My heart goes cold. Like literal ice in my chest. Seriously. It feels like there is ice in my chest. What is happening to me? "How dare you bardge in on your sister like that. You have no right. We feed you and clothe you and give you a place to lie your head at night and you don't even have the decency to respect your sisters privacy?!"

I feel rage. I can feel the coldness in my chest literally melting away. As if I had been frozen all of these years.  All of this time. And all of a sudden I am finskky thawing out.  That's what is feels like. And suddenly...I open my mouth. And I never speak when Jeorgette is angry. I barely speak at all. But this time, I open my mouth and a comes out. It's like when you're outside in the winter and your warm breath meets the cold air and it looks like smoke is coming out. Except my mouth was as cold as my chest currently felt.

"Nana. What is happening to her eyes?" I can hear Penny faintly.  But it just sounds like she is far off in the distance. I hear her mention my eyes and I slip past her into the bathroom as she slips by me and makes her way into the hallway hiding behind Jeorgette. 

I look myself in the mirror. Only to find that my eyes, once a dark shade of brown, were now glowing like amber jewels in the summer sun. My eyes were....glowing. Like....like the wins in my dream. I rushed back out into the hallway to find Jeorgette and Penny had made their way into the kitchen.  And somehow....I could hear the conversation Jeorgette was having over the phone.

"Yes. My granddaughter has because extremely violent. We don't feel safe with her here. She's threatening our lives. Please! Come quick!" She whispered into the phone. I had an idea of who she was on the phone with  but my mind was racing a mile a minute and I did not want to wait around to find out if I was right or not.

My feet started to move without any command from my brain. I moved quickly racing down the hallway. Straight through the kitched. Passing Jeorgette and Penny in what seemed like slow motion. And it was as if they hadn't seen me at all. Like....time stood still? I burst through the backdoor of the kitchen and when I opened my eyes I was not at the bottom of the staircase of that little New York apartment. I had landed on grass. And it was dark. It was day time in New York. I had just woken up. I had just begun to start the day.

I begin to panic. The cold in my chest turned to fire. It felt like my whole body was burning from the inside out. My breathing became heavier and I began to scream like a banchee. The sound that eminated from me seemed to travel fast and far. My vision because blurry and before I faded out I could have sworn I saw the sound waves emitting from my voice.