When I woke up, I was back at home. My body felt sluggish and my mind was still tired. It took me a moment to realize what was going and then I realized something. I was staring at my ceiling of my bedroom for several minutes while I tried to figure what was going on. My face reflected on the reflective surface of window, the dark background of the night sky enhancing it. Midst way trying to figure out, everything hit me at once.
I jolted out of my bed and sat there, staring at the window. It was definitely night and I hurriedly turned on my light. My legs fell through and they shook with instability. After slapping the lights on, my knees slowly touched the floor.
My entire body was pulsing and when I moved suddenly, my limbs would flair up with pain. I hissed and struggled to get onto my feet. I looked around my room, looking for my bag. I wondered if it was in the study room but there it was, right beside my bed.
I went to it, my feet almost crossing each other and threatened to topple me over.
I managed to get onto my bed and pull my bag towards me, before I opened the zipper. Dipping my hand into it, I shakily pull out my sketchbook. It felt heavier than it should be. Placing the sketchbook onto my lap, I held it and stared at it.
My mouth was dry and I licked my lips with whatever saliva I had left. My fingers felt like lead and the book on my lap felt the same.
Eventually, I summoned enough will to flip the pages of my sketchbook to that one page. I purposefully procrastinated arriving at that one page but eventually, the pages were only so finite.
After flipping the page of teacups, I arrived at the page that would confirm my memories.
I held my breath and saw the sketch I did at Sophia's house.
It was there.
The trees, the grass, the little statue...the forest that held the figure: Stella.
"So that was real" I muttered to myself before I let out the held breath.
I set the sketchbook aside and folded my hands together and rested my arm on my knees. My back was hunched over and my body pulsed with pain, telling me to stop.
I didn't.
My memories were hazy and my head was throbbing; making it difficult to think.
But it was still clear enough to remember the core aspects.
Stella had powers as well.
So the day on that beach? When I saw Jason with Jessica and Stella...were those connected? They had to be.
I counted with my hands how many people that I knew had powers now: there was Alex and I, then there was Jayden... what about Hunter?
Based on our conversation, it seems like he does but I still didn't know his power yet. But he technically counted.
There was four.
Then I counted Amanda, who had fire powers. Jessica was added and she had similar powers. Then add in Stella...whose power seemed to be related to shadows and darkness.
Healing...life? Electricity, fire, earth, and Darkness.
So far it seemed like the powers that I've seen were elemental based. Was that it? It was a bit cliché when you think about it. Out of all the powers to come true, they had to be elemental powers. There was no joke that these powers were dangerous but then again, super powered teenagers?
Definitely dangerous.
This wasn't just a coincidence. Worst case scenario, these events, the people I knew, suddenly having powers and attacking me? These were connected.
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Teen FictionKaitylyn, or Kai in short, lives her day as normal as it could get for a 14 year old highschooler. Days filled with being with her childhood friends and the friends she made, encounters with her high school bully...all in the process of figuring he...
