Wreckless (Vampire Diaries)

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I was staring up at a ceiling. Only this wasn't just some ordinary pale popcorn ceiling, no it was scattered with pictures. At first I thought it was creepy at how the people were staring down at me, their smiles taunting me as every second past. But then as my eyes traveled around the long ceiling I got a better glimpse. These weren't people smiling, they were frightened.. Their mouth and eyes were wide open in fear. They were screaming for someone, anyone, to help them. All of the small photographs were joined together, all traumatic looking events were captured within this room.

Everyone of the pictures were different, but yet they were all the same. All of them looked like they were some kind of traumatic events. The one that really caught my attention was the little girl standing in the middle of a street. But this street was littered with dust, and fire roared behind the small toddler. Behind her you could see a falling building if you looked hard enough. The girls pink dress had been torn, and was blowing wildly in the wind. Her face was painted with black debris. She looked so terrified, and lonely. One loan tear layed softly on her cheek, and it seems as if the tear had found its way to my face. 

But I wasn't bawling, nor was I shaking uncontrollably. Just one tear stained my cheek. I felt like I needed to protect her. If only I could just reach into the picture and pull her into the warm and comforting room I was in. Maybe if I hugged her tight enough she would no longer feel so lonely. But in a disaster like that the only thing that that child would need would be her mother. Where was this little girls mother? Was she an orphan? Was she lost? Or worst of all, did her mother fall with that building.

"Tragic isn't it?" My head whipped to the side at the sudden calm voice. 

I was now looking at a beautiful women. Her skin was a beautiful dark shade of brown. Her hair long hair caressed her heart shaped face, and complimented her light brown eyes. She looked to be in her early 30's to say the most. Her height was really what amazed me, she stood at about 5'10 towering over me even from afar. How long has she been standing there staring at me?

I had noticed I was lying on a twin sized bed, in a mustard colored room. I sat up quickly and brushed my hair away from my face. I adjusted my jacked up shirt, and stood up with my hand in front of me. I'm pretty sure I didn't look anywhere near decent, but it was all I could do at the moment.

The unknown lady walked right past me and looked straight up without glancing at me. My hand grew heavy and I slapped it to my side, and walked over to where she was standing. I followed her strong gaze, and stared up at the pictures once again. 

Her finger lightly grazed the surface of a photograph. I noticed the photo was low quality, but I could still make out a African American man laying on the ground of a cement balcony. People crowding over him, and some pointing to an invisible person.

"April 4th, 1968. Martin Luther King. An assassination." Was all she said.

I stared in awe at the photograph.

"My grandmother was a photographer back then. Captured all the biggest disasters in the USA. That camera was her life, and she would never let anyone look at the film. No one dared to look at the film when she died, they were scared they might uncover secrets they didn't even want to know about. Of course that was until I got my hands on it. I cracked open that old thing, and found a note inside, had my name on it to," she whispered.

I stared at her waiting for her to continue, but she never did. "How did she kno-"

"-Her gut she said in the letter. She said that, 'I was the one with the world in my hands now.'" She snickered. "So now I added to her collection. Trying to show people what the world really looks like behind the television, and through the eyes of someone who knows what's real." She interrupted.

She was now looking at me with a light friendly smile playing on her lips. I had to smile back, it would have been rude if I didn't, but t slowly transformed into a frown. 

That was one hell of a gut feeling.

"How do you know when things like this going to happen," I gestured towards the millions of scattered photos?

She stared at me for what seemed like hours until she busted out in laughter. My forehead creased in confusion, trying to figure out if I had said something funny. Once she saw my serious face, she stopped laughing all at once.

"I'm a witch," she bluntingly exclaimed.

Before I had time to freak out she shoved me back down on the bed, and took a seat right in front of me. She dragged her long sleeves up her arm, and layed them lightly on the sides of my head. I squirmed in her now tight grasp.

"Would you stay still!" She shrieked. And I have to admit... it scared the hell out of me. I stayed deathly still.

"My name is Bella, and I now have your future in my hands so please just keep your mind blank Riley."

How the hell was I suppose stop thinking? And wait... did she just say my name?

I didn't have time to ask the questions buzzing through my mind before there was a sharp pain in my skull. I winced, but still didn't move a muscle. The pain got more excruciating by the minute. It had gotten so bad that I had to scream to cope with the cracking of my skull. My screams seemed to become more high pitched the worse the pain got. And just when I thought I was going to pass out, the weight had lifted. I no longer felt like my skull was going to split in half. I no longer felt Bella's hands on my head.

I peeked through my hands, and saw that she was right where I last saw her only her eyes were wide instead of calm like they were a few minutes ago. My hands collapsed on my lap when I saw her face. She didn't look frightened or scared, but she looked concerned.

"What is it?" I questioned.

She seemed to be snapped out of her gaze when I spoke. She cleared her throat and opened her mouth.

"Life will be cut short for you." Was all she said.

What was that suppose to mean? 

"Am I going t-to die?" I stuttered.

"We all die Riley, but you will die sooner than most of us. The one closest to you might just become the cause of your death."

I whispered a "what", and felt like I was going to break down any moment. Someone closest to me will be the cause of my death? Who could that be? Who could do such a thing? I sobbed, "W-who?"

"You will become powerful Riley, and some people will fear you, and some will envy you. Remember that. Not everyone will be scared of the beast you will become. Some will try to fix what can not be undone."

"And that Riley will be the death of you."

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Btw this is like the "Season Finale". Part 2 has now begun.

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Update 4.27.15

Edited 8.9.15

(p.s. don't think that I just stopped writing since it's been awhile since I updated. I'm currently editing the chapters that I have already published.)