Numb Sparks

Chapter 1~Introduction

Chapter 1~Introduction

-Kara's POV-

I could feel.

That was my first though as I opened my eyes and sat up. My second thought was, Where am I? Thought number 2 quickly vanished as I stared in awe at my hands. I reached out my hand tentatively and touched one of the blades of green that I have so often seen but never felt as if I were afraid it would disappear. The grass stalk was surprisingly cool.

For a moment, I became hyper-aware of the demp earth pressing up against my bottom, the cool breeze against my skin, and the tickleof the grass on my fingertip. Then slowly the pretty scene started to fade, the feeling going along with it. I started to fall through space, nothing to support my weight. With a jerk I woke up.

Reality zoomed in around me. I was still in my shack of a bedroom, the area draped in shadows. I squinted my eyes at the glowing red alarm clock perched on the desk next to my bed. 5:23 PM. Too early for me to wake up. I groaned and ran my hands through my hair. I could tell that there were knots in it from the way my hand's progress was often disrupted. However, there was no pain from pulling my hair. No, there never was. It was all a dream.

I've been having that one dream for the past year now. It was always the same, me feeling the grass, and then everything going away. Although for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that that would one day happen in real life.

I was born with a disability. The disability to touch; to feel. Something was wrong with my nerves. That meant a lot more work for my parents; they had the extra task of making sure I was alright all the time. For instance, if I caught on fire, I wouldn't know it until somebody started shrieking and trying to estinguish my head. But ever since my mom and dad died in a car accident when I was 5, I've been taking care of myself.

I buried my face in my pillow and blew out the breath I didn't know I was holding. I still had 2 hours before I "officially" had to wake up via my alarm clock. 2 hours I would enjoy sleeping until I needed to ready myself for school. As the minutes ticked by in neon numbers, I drifted off into a deep, dreamless, sleep.