The Lost Heir of Ilvermony

An American Train Station

Sitting in the back of the car watching the forest go past me I wonder what’s going on Dad had gotten me up so early this morning and started driving. I’d gone one whole month without an incident. But, two days ago I had a nightmare not a new one the same one where Mom dies. I was so scared when Dad woke me up he said the whole trembled, there was glass everywhere all the windows and mirror everything was broken. He put the closet while he cleaned it up. I thought I would be in there forever but before the sun was even up he let me out pushing me into the car. We left the city behind us now it just frame after frame of trees. Sometimes I see things moving through the trees they see me and wave. I wave back, Dad notices me but doesn’t even say anything he just drive his skin so tight his hands look glued on the wheel.

“Are you thirsty?” Dad say holding back an open cup of milk to me.

I look at the sky, it's a dim gray with a few stars still shine through my constellation isn’t visible, I drink the milk it taste funny but I drink it all two days with food or water it always taste funny after. Leaning on the window it's cool to the touch that along with the smooth ride sends me into a deep sleep. When I wake-up the sun is out the sky is bright blue in the chilly September air. At first I think I’m the ground looking up but as the fog in my head clears I see I’m upright. 

“Dad?” I look down the pile of wood and dry leaves on at my feet. 

He pouring gas on my feet the smell making me sick, his eyes are full of agony. “I’m sorry.”

Even at eight I know what he’s doing some part of me knows that I’m on a pryer that he’s going to burn me. “Please don’t do this.” I hear my voice hitch all these years he said I should be dead. “Please I can be good I can keep it inside.”

Tenderly he puts his hand on my cheek. “You can’t but I can save your soul, you can be with your Momma.”

“Please don’t,” I pull at the ropes on my wrist feel wet. “You can let me go I’ll never have to see you. Please Dad.”

Taking the gas can he puts on the truck his hands are shaking as he pulls out the lighter. “I can’t you’ll get stronger. I think there was another one like you a hundred years ago almost in New York, It killed people.” His hands tremble as the tiny flame dances to life. “I can’t let you do that.”

I bow my head tears falling down dotting the wood. “Please, I don’t want to die.”

No one is going to help me I look at my bare feet, I don’t want to die. Rocking back I try to call the power forward. Dad is coming toward me feeling the burn in my stomach I don’t push it down I let it come out a burst of power so great that it knocks Dad out. Falling forward I wiggle my way out of the ropes holding my bleeding hands. Going over to my Dad I lean down he’s breathing, standing look at my wrist they’re covered in blood. 

A chill runs up my spine, I’m not alone a cold chill goes up my back as I look to the truck where Harry is watching. My eyes open I’m on the bed the red metal is above me, pulling myself out of bed I turn on the light on my lamp. My hands aren't bleeding the faint lines of where the ropes had dug into my skin. I use to trace them out at night thinking they were a message from the other side. Harry opens the door slowly his face is pale his fist are clenched in quiet rage. 

“Are you okay?”

Turning off the light I nod to the living room. “Yeah.”

Sitting in the arm chair I look out the window today is the day I go back to school. “You um...I never saw him after that day. I really hope I don’t do this at school.“