Marianna Faigon was born the daughter of Doctor Roland Faigon and Josephine Marx Faigon. Up until now her life has been routine, but after witnessing her mother death a great and horrifying power is growing in her. Will it make her a hero or the dar...
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Chapter Seventeen: The Awakening
The only thing I could remember was waking up screaming in a cold sweat and hearing Carla telling me to calm down. How could I? I didn't know who I was. I only had memories with no emotions. I told myself that this could not be my life. I could not have been the one who committed the wrong doings employed by the evidence of these findings.
For now, I couldn't think. I saw the woman who called herself Carla through frightened eyes holding me down.
"Let go of me!" I screamed.
"I can't let you hurt yourself, Marianna. The only way I'll let you go is if you calm down."
I cried. It was the tears of a caged animal. I didn't want her to touch me. Touching hurt, but I didn't know why. I couldn't let her see what I was feeling, but my emotions took precedence over my stubborn pride. I let her comfort me until I fell back into sleep.
I woke alone in the corner of the floor with a blanket over me. Surprisingly, I was able to move. I spotted the door to this semi-prison. I was determined to escape this place. I crawled over to the windowsill and hoisted myself to a standing position, but my weak legs turned to jello and swept out from under me.
I lay on the floor and writhed in pain when something miraculous happened. A blue glow contained my body filling me with energy. Also, a
certain peace came over me. It was a sense of hope that I was not alone. I recognized the presence of the being that inhabited my sub-conscience. Somehow I knew she was my mother.
I found once again the nerve and the strength. Even though my body ached I continued. I reached the door seeing two directions of the hallway. One led to a washroom and another a bedroom, and the other direction led to the living room where there was a kitchenette and an outside door.
I decided to go to the washroom first. I didn't know what condition I was in. I made it to the sink and glanced at my reflection. It was like seeing myself for the first time. I became a little obsessed with myself for a few minutes. Looking upon my face I didn't believe it was mine. It was morning, and the sun came shining upon me, oddly stinging my eyes. The pain was almost too much to bear.
I cried out in pain until Carla came rushing to my aide.
"Marianna, what is it?"
"Pain. The sun... it hurts."
"Sit here," she said.
I remained on the latrine until Carla returned with a pair of glasses. I put them on and almost immediately I felt relief. I tried shuffling through my memories to find the reason for this condition. I came to the conclusion that I had not always been like this. I found the answer. The dream I had of being strapped down had not been a dream at all. It was my reality, a horrid existence of a prisoner. Then I remember earlier of the blue glow that came over me, a man's face came to mind. There were those out there that wanted what I possessed.
