Olive
Pressing my cheek against the cool glass of the family car, I was lost in thought. What would it be like to be normal? What is the meaning of the word normal? Isn’t that just an opinion? Perhaps it is, but I am still far from it.
Who would I be? Would I look the same? People say being normal is so overrated, but they don’t know what it is like to be unlike other people. There are only a few of words to describe it. Scary and lonely. Very lonely.
It sickens me to my very core how people can live though life thinking that they are the most normal thing in the entire world. What do they have in which I don’t? I can even hear the dripping sarcasm in my head. Something I need to really sort out. The thing they have that I don’t is straightforward. A life.
How am I different? Well it all started when my parents died. It sounds like I couldn’t care less, but I do have a heart. I loved them, like any other child would adore their parents, but in the lifestyle I live in it is fairly usual for people to die. A lot. But it still bothers me how they threw away their lives like they weren’t important. They are important, to me.
Most people spent most their lives grieving over dead friends and family. To be fair it took me quite a bit of time to stop screaming at anyone who tried to get close to me, but eventually I warmed up and started to let people in. Some people aren’t as lucky to have a full ‘normal’ family. People like me. Those sad people who don’t wake up to affectionate families adore you and cherish you with hugs. Instead waking up feeling cold, unwanted and despised.
I am one of those people; I have been brought up to emotionally detached from people. No one made me be this way; it’s something I decided to do, think of it as a life choice. I don’t have any disorders or problems which led me to isolate myself from everyone around me. It is my way of keeping my emotions at bay. Like my almost immediate reaction to people trying to push me over the edge I would pin them against the wall and do whatever I think needed to be done. Which I can say is never pleasant.
When you learn to detach yourself from socializing it is easier to keep to yourself and not be happy, sad, angry or at the worse circumstances, to fall in love. Love is so powerful in good ways and bad, especially when losing the ones you love. The time when a boulder is dropped on you, crushing everything you once had, never to the same again.
My eyes gradually floated open and met the glimmer of the sun against the clear droplets sitting soundless on the windscreen, of my adoptive father’s shiny white Audi R8. It is a truly beautiful car, but it has its downs.
I loved my parents so much and the left me. Well, not left – like just getting up and leaving- but I was left to fend for myself against everything coming to me. That when I decided to never let anyone into my life again. I could not cope with the pain again. I still have a dent from when the whole I once had in my chest finally repaired.
My parents were what people call The Elementels. Creeped out yet? Well, they have the powers to see how people’s futures could be like. It is never one-hundred percentaccurate because the future can always be changed. Depending on how people go along in life, and what decisions they make. Good and bad. My mother, Esther, was very powerful, so powerful she caused much trouble in the human world, so much even it led to her death, in a house fire.
My dad, Forne, however, was a normal Sightseer. He had no special gift, except his love towards my mother. He had made a deal with a warlock. Oh, did I mention there are warlocks and witches? Anyway, he made more of a contract than a deal with a warlock, that when his child was born- me- she would be sheltered from the black magic of witches. Warlocks are part fey so they exchange deals very easily, for a price. For the exchange for my protection he had to serve the warlock a quest. This quest was for revenge on a vampire. Not an ordinary vampire, The Elementel Vampire. Yes, there are 5 Elementel Vampires but he was the most powerful. The leader.
