indigo

pt.1

My feet pounded against the dirt ground, my heart rate speeding up with every quick step I took. I continuously kept looking back over my shoulder even though I knew no one was following me. I panted quickly, my breath short. Not again. 

I slowed to a stop as I reached the river, showing me that I was far away from town. I sat down against a tree, the moss making it softer on my aching back. Get it together. My hands were still shaking as I clenched them together, it needed to go away. I looked up, the dark sky illuminated by the moon. My eyelids felt heavy, making me crave to close them. But I couldn’t. That would be giving in. 

Looking back down at my hands, my nails started to grow. “No!” I screamed. I screamed so much my throat went dry and my voice was hoarse. It did not control me. I controlled it. I dug my nails into the palm of my hand, I knew it was useless. I knew there was no way I could stop it, but I still tried. My bones snapped, the pain excruciating. I threw my head back, my eyes closing shut. 

Control it. Control it, Indigo. 

Taking in deep breathes I relaxed against the tree.  “You know you won’t be able to contain it forever, right?” My head snapped to my right where the voice came from. It was a boy, around my age of seventeen. “Who are you?” I seethed. I didn't like people spying on me, I don't think anyone really did. He didn't answer, nor did he move from his spot.

I sighed and got up after a few minutes, realising that he wasn't planning on leaving any time soon. As I got up to leave I looked over at him, he did the same. His eyes widened as they caught mine, his pupils instantly dilating so quick that I barely noticed. 

I cleared my throat before starting my decent back home. I heard a call from behind me, “Wait! Where are you going?” I heard him start to run after me. “Home?” I answered as if it was obvious. He grabbed my arm, twisting me around but before he could utter any words I was shouting. 

“How do you know what I am?!” 

If he knew, it would all be over. What would happen to me if everyone found out? Would I be tested? Killed? Surely I wouldn't be treated the same. I would be taken out of school, put in a cell and never see daylight again. My eye sight turned red, my vision blurring into something else. Different sights and senses appeared. 

He smirked at me, “Oh, darling. Do you know what you are?”

I growled. “Bite me.” and then I was running. 

Trees flew past in a daze as I jumped over fallen logs and accidentally through spider webs. “Indigo!” The boy called at me from behind. How the hell did he know my name? “Indigo!” He called once more. “Leave me the fuck alone!” I yelled back over my shoulder. 

I reached the line of trees which opened up to an empty road, the rest of the forest on the other side. Looking back I couldn't see him, but heard him coming my way. Looking down the road there was no way I could out run him, there was no getaway. It was too revealing and I couldn't risk it. 

Taking the chance I ran across the road and into the near trees, crouching down and holding my breath. The boy appeared from the trees looking the least bit tired from the running which made me frown. He looked both ways down the road before realising that I was no where in sight. After yelling a profanity and punching a bolder he made his way back into the forest, the way he came.

I stayed crouched down for a couple minutes as a precaution before standing up. I sighed and started walking down the road that lead to wherever. And while walking it occurred to me that I didn't even care. 

It was dark when I finally got home, my eyes closing, snapping back open with every new step as I walked up the old staircase in the farm house. I didn't care about making noise since my dad and brother were the deepest of sleepers. Flicking my bedroom door open my eyes travelled to my digital clock which sat on my bedside table. 

1:02 AM. It read.

Sighing, I changed into an oversized tee shirt and climbed into bed, my body finally relaxing against the soft sheets. I turned onto my side, but my eyes dared to close. Groaning I rolled onto my back, staring at my ceiling. 

The boys’ words kept repeating in my mind, ‘You know you won’t be able to contain it forever, right?’ How did he know? How did he know my name? He knew something that I didn’t. He couldn't be like me, things like me don't exist. 

And if he did know what I was and he did tell the world, maybe that would be better. Maybe they would just kill me and then it wouldn't be so bad. The world would just keep going on, spinning the same way. The world didn't need to know about me, it was perfectly content without knowing. 

If they killed me, I wouldn't be able to harm anyone.

My eyes felt glued together as I struggled to open them. Light shown through my window blinds making me squint and turn away. There was a loud knock on my door before it was opened revealing my brother, Luke. “C’mon, I know it hurts but you gotta get ready for school,” I glared up at him, his smug look making my hatred for him at the moment grow. 

Luke liked to torment me about school since he had recently graduated, yet had not made a move to make anything out of his life. So while I was at school he was either shagging some chick or playing video games in the basement while his brain cells rotted away. Luke was smart, really smart. Yet, stupid at the same time.

Finally hauling my butt out of bed I made my way downstairs to grab some food. Grabbing an apple I lazily ate it while sitting at the island. “That tired?” My dad grabbed another apple, leaning against the counter, taking a bite. I wiped at the juice that dribbled down my chin. Trying to put up a facade, I laughed awkwardly, “No,” my voice trailed off. I was always a shit liar. “Well you were eating with your eyes closed so I would beg to differ.” Rolling my eyes I slipped off the chair, throwing the apple core into the trash. 

“Maybe, if I didn't have to go to first period I could go back to sleep and have more brain function.” No use, Dad was huge on education. “Maybe, you could just go to bed earlier.” And I knew conversation was over; he was now in a bad mood. 

Pat on the back for me.

First and second period was anything but different. Teachers lecturing, more assignments, more headaches, more anger. Blah, blah, blah. I could go on. I grasped the brown paper bag, aka my lunch, in my hand as a group of jocks walked past me, laughing and shoving each other. I pushed my self farther away, tucking my head down and continuing my walk towards my car. 

Wrapping my hand around the car door handle, I put the key in, turning, and wrenching it open. Throwing my backpack into the passenger side I lifted my leg, intending to actually get in the car; like any other normal human being. Yet I was rudely interrupted when the door was slammed shut. 

“What the hell,” I whispered. Swivelling on my heels. I took in a sharp breath when I saw it was the boy from last night. He had a cigarette perched in between his lips, and his dark hair was very fluffy, thrown in every direction possible. And the dark circles underneath his grey eyes  made it look like he hadn't had sleep in days. I would be lying if I said he wasn't attractive. Though I would never admit it.

He stared at me for a few beats until taking the un-lit cigarette in his fingers. “I know what you are.” And with those few words my world came to a cinematic crash of nonexistence.