Tokyo

Part 6: The thrird.

Okay, so I just really like this song. And you don't have to listen to it if you don't want to.

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"You can't leave till next week." The doctor says

"Excuse me!?" My mom yells at the man.

"Your daughter can not leave her powers has been used a lot, her rids were crushed, and she has a major concussion. She's ONLY 15 years old, remember?" The doctor says back.

The doctor and my mom step outside of the room into the hallway to talk and I look around at my room. It's a average size room it's got a huge window that is closed off by curtains, and look by the door and it's got a bunch of papers attached to the walls. I don't take time to read them but I know that they are there, then hanging on the wall by my bed is a large-ish tv. The walls were a very nice baby blue and the bed sheets were white. They went together well. Over by the window was a small chair.

I push the blankets off my legs and I put them off my bed. I take a deep breath and I climb out of the bed. I almost fall but I catch myself. I try to walk away from the bed but something was tugging on my arm I look down to see all the equipment that I was hooked up to I grab the thing, and the cord that is hooked into the wall is long enough to bring over to the window. So, I manage to wobble my way over to the window to look outside. I open the blinds and make my hand glow a light violet and the small chair comes closer to the window. I sit down into the chair and stare out at the bright city I was at the 30th floor of the hospital and that is close to the top. So I get an amazing view of the city. I look out at the buildings, the small cafes, stores, and the smiling faces of the people in Tokyo. I enjoyed this blissful feeling. My mom and the doctor walk back in, I don't turn to look. They walk back out. I've been in this hospital for about a week and I've done this many of times. I enjoy it. This is one of the only times I am comfortable, no worries in my head. Just the image of this city. I close my eyes and rest my head on my hand and fall into a deep sleep.

Once I wake up I walk to the bathroom and I take the equipment that is keep my powers stable that keeps me from dying -as of right now- with me. I stare at the mirror.

I run my hand over my small face. I take in what I look like. Brown hair, violet and silver eyes, small nose, small round face, a light pink blush on my cheeks. I walk back to the bed and lay there. Not getting up. The suddenly my doctor walks in.

"Hi Violet. How are you doing?" He asks.

"I'm okay," I say back

"I just wanted to tell you what happens to you and why we have to keep you for another week. You will be leaving 10/20." He says.

'The day I turn 16' i think to myself.

"Okay," I say.

"Back to what happened, you have a major concussion, your rids were completely shattered, you will end up having a scar above your eyebrow where your cut is. Also, I should say... Violet you should be dead. You have bruises around you neck and all over your body, your ribs were shattered, your lungs collapsed, you heart stoped. When we found you you were dead. It's a mystery how you are still alive right now." He says to me

"I can't die," I say.

"Hm?" The doctor says back.

"My medical mystery is that I can't die." I say "I have three 'powers' I guess"

"How do we not know this?" He ask.

"Because it's not like the blood tests that you do on children when they are young to see what there powers are. It's more like you figure out when you actually are dead but you aren't." I say back.

"Wow." The doctor says

I look away from him.

"Living forever is a curse." I say

Living for eternity is passed down by generations, but it skips a generation usually. The only way that these people can die is when they kill themselves. So, I can't die by old age or murder, I can only die when I decide it's time. It's the hardest thing in the world to do, but it's possible. It's gets to me sometimes. Never dying takes a tole on your body and mental state. Me and my mother are both this way. If we were to count up how may time we have 'died' she should have been dead 5 timesavers I would have 'died' 2 times. We are targets of most criticism because we live in the complex. We are considered out casts or the rejects because we - by we I mean the people that live in the complex - are the strongest people in Tokyo, so we are the targets of most sirens. Because we have the strongest essence out of all people.

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So I had no idea how to end this chapter so this is how I did it.

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