The Fallen

Blake

I can't seem to understand why Kat and Emms can't see eye to eye. We were fine and they suddenly get angry at each other. Well, I have to admit that Emms can be a little...unaware of her words. But Kat can be....intense sometimes.

I sigh at these thoughts as I look up at the ceiling in my bed. I love the weekend. Finally, a break from that stupid place called school. It's lame. Why go if you already have technology that can literally install a chip in your brain and you become Einstein?

I turn to the side in my bed and pull the covers over my head. The silence can be relieving sometimes. For a second, I'm away from all the anger and nerves. It's just like when I'm running. Or up in the sky with Danny. With the thought of him, my heart flutters. I close my eyes at this thought. Why does he make me feel this way? I barely know him. But there's something in those big brown eyes. That selfless smile...

A soft knock interrupts my thoughts and I use my abilities to get up, take a shower, clean myself up and my room, and stop in the middle of my room. I wipe my hands on my legs with a proud smile of how well I've been managing my powerful abilities. They're not bad at all. I walk up to the door, knowing that they've only been waiting for a minute, and open.

In front of me stands Kat. Her eyes show she had difficulty sleeping last night and an urge to escape. She fidgets a little. I can see why. It must be awkward for them that I always seem to be in the middle of their discussions when it happens. Yet, I give her a warm smile and say, "Hey Kat. How are--"

"Wanna go out for a run?" Her voice sounds almost out of breath when she says this. She seems nervous and I give her a quick nod as I run for my shoes and step out of my room.

The morning is still dark as we make our way around the streets. Despite of how early it is, there are still glowing cars and roaring traffic up ahead. I slow down as I feel Kat getting tired again. For a normal person, she's pretty fast, but my legs are used to an abnormal way of running so it's harder for her to catch up to me.

Kat chuckles breathlessly as I make a stop and observes how relaxed my body is. Beads of sweat run down her neck and forehead as she says, "How are you so chill after running for like an hour?"

"An hour," I say with furrowed eyebrows. "I thought it was only thirty minutes." I give her a teasing smile that makes her roll her eyes at me.

"C'mon. Let's just walk our way back."

I nod at her and walk at a much relaxed pace. I observe the place we've arrived. We're at the coastal area of the city. The atmosphere feels different here. It's more...happy and enjoyable. Our side of town is much more uptight and broad. I wonder how beautiful the sound of the waves must be at night. Kat seems to be liking this side of town as well as her hair fuzzes up into it's light brown curls. Her hair seems to grow shorter with this weather and she gives to everyone that passes by a friendly smile.

Thoughts of yesterday come back to mind and I clear my throat to grab her attention. This seems like a good time to talk about what happened. Kat signals for me to follow her and we sit at a wooden bench near the beach. The wind is lovely here and the sun rises creating this beautiful light of orange and yellow. I take a deep breath and say, "What happened yesterday, Kat? Why do you always seem to fight with Emms about something?"

Kat doesn't take her eyes off the sea as her blue eyes shine with sadness. They grow distant as her mind seems to go back to last night. "I don't know," Kat says with a voice almost as quiet as the wind. "I was just so tired yesterday and I-I knew she was gonna get mad. But I wasn't really in the mood to discuss anything and really hoped she would at least consider the long night I had, but..."

She takes a breath and sighs tiredly. Despite that joy she always seems to have, there's this weight in her eyes. Something from her past. Wherever she's from, there's something that keeps her down. Her sad blue eyes look down at her fingers and her voice is a whisper as she says, "I...wish it was someone else instead of me." Her eyes come up to look at me again and they threaten to spill tears. She's good at holding them back and straining her voice. "Why me? I mean...who am I? Sometimes...I don't know...I feel like that we're just in this game..."