|There Is No Such Thing As Forever
Author: DreamsOrReality1017 PM
Karla knew that she was different. She just didn't know how so. A mysterious new student shows her that she is specialRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Supernatural - Chapters: 22 - Words: 35,513 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 11-18-12 - Published: 07-27-12 - id: 3045492
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I entered the house to find it empty and destroyed. I looked around in surprise and bewilderment. The house had looked totally normal from the outside. What had happened in here? Why was all the furniture in shreds? I started to walk forward and almost tripped over something. No, not something, they were figures. I kneeled down to examine the figures and gasped as I saw that they were my parents. There was horror and fear in their eyes. My eyes mirrored their own now lifeless eyes. What had happened in here? Why were my parents dead? A groan came from the next room. I stood up and ran towards it. Jamie wasn't in the living room with my parents, than that meant that she had to be somewhere around the house. She was probably suffering.
I came to a halt in front of a scene that froze my whole soul. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It isn't possible, is it? If I was alive and I was possible, did that mean that what I was seeing was too? Jamie was draped over someone's arms. Her head was back exposing the soft tissue of her throat. This person had his mouth over her throat. I was repulsed as I saw the blood run down her neck.
"Kara run get away," Jamie rasped. "He'll kill you too."
The guy looked up; there was blood all over his face. No matter how hard I tried to see his face, I couldn't. He was covered in shadow. With a smirk, he slowly put the body of my sister down. She was dead.
"Well hello Karla," he said. "I was around and thought that I might drop in for dinner. Now that you are here, let's start the dessert course."
I staggered backwards. I was out of words. People say that a picture speaks a thousand words and what I was seeing could never be expressed with words. He approached me, mockery in his smile. I finally found my strength to say something, "why are you doing this? I don't know who you are, but they had nothing to do with all this." After I said this I felt my instincts kicking back in, not to mention my emotions too. I was angry, sad, confused, a toxic formula for my bottled-up feelings. I would soon be like a champagne bottle and all these feeling are going to explode and the cork is going to burst out.
He seized my arm and pulled me closer to him. Then he spun me around and whispered in my ear, "I warned you to stay away from me. I told you that you didn't know me." And he bit me. Once again my senses died and I was defenseless. Now I know that I would never like to be a baby again. This feeling of defenselessness is too much to bear again.
A splash of cold water brought me roughly back to life. Everyone in the house was peering down at me. I tried to sit up but four pairs of hands pushed me back down. Four? Aren't there only three other people in this house? I tried to focus my eyes to see who the fourth person was. The worried expression on the always smiling face of Scott my brother was the first thing that I saw.
I wiped the water off of my face. "Que pasa?"
"Que pasa? Are you trying to be funny? How can you be so calm when you almost killed your father and me?" I tried to sit up again and this time Momma helped me up instead of pushing me back. "We were in the living room when all of a sudden we heard a scream. We ran into the hall and you were on the floor still screaming." Glittering tears ran down her face as she was telling me what had happened. "I grabbed you in my arms and all of a sudden you stopped. You weren't breathing anymore either. Your father and Scott carried you over to the sofa. I was so relieved when you finally started breathing. I didn't know how to wake you up. All I could do was pour a bucket of water on you."
I laughed. No wonder I had felt like I did a head first dive in a river. The fact that I was laughing worried Momma even more. "Momma don't you think that a bucket was a little too much? I'm sorry that I worried you. I really don't know what came over me. Point is I am much better now. It was kind of like the same thing that happened yesterday. I really don't know what is going on. I think that it has to do something with my Gift." I have always been opened about what I felt when it came to my Gift, but for some reason now I felt as if I was talking to my family about my female problems.
"Is that why your eyes are black?" I turned to face Scott and nodded.
"If you guys don't mind, I would like to go to my room and rest a little. I've had a really hard day." I stood up without waiting for an answer and walked over to the stairs. I wish we could get an elevator in here. That would make getting upstairs much easier. Oh man, I still can't believe that I am going through the whole Gift thing again. I hoped that it was a thing that would pass with time. I can't live through the same life again. This time I might drown. I might not get all the lifesavers that I got last time. I mean I love the fact that I am different from everyone else, but I don't what to be that different. These kinds of differences are too easy to pinpoint. Why couldn't I have been the weird one in the normal way? Being able to see the future was a little too much. Not to mention the whole almost-instant healing. To top it all off, being able (against my own will) to change the color pigments of my eyes, hair, and skin. The people that called me a devil or witch weren't so far off. I don't know the extent of my Gift. I never wanted to explore it. Why would I want to know about it when just having it almost killed me?
I entered my room with only one thing in mind, taking a nice hot shower to warm my bones up. The events of today were worse than what had happened yesterday. Why do I feel like all these bad things happened because Daniel is next to me? Nah. That is not true. I have been a constant target of misfortune since I was a child. I think I have gotten used to it. Who wouldn't after living 13 years like that? 13 long and torturous years. My past is something that will forever be with me no matter how hard I try to erase it. Even if I say right now that I don't remember anything and that all that is forgotten, in my dreams my past will resurface. I grabbed my towel and headed for the shower. I really didn't feel like doing anything at that moment. My homework would have to wait until later this weekend.
With the water soaking warmth into my frigid cold body, I could think a lot clearer. What I had seen earlier that day, did it mean something? Most of the things that I see mean something others are just pointless dreams. This one was not a pointless dream. I am sure that there has to be some kind of meaning behind it, but I have no idea what it might be. It was almost like my dream last night. Speaking of which, those two were rather similar in the content.
I left the water run through my hair one more time before turning it off. I dried myself with the towel and then wrapped it around. I cleared a big enough spot of mist on the mirror and stared at my reflection. A pale face with black eyes started back at me. It had already started. By the end of this week I would surely be different. I kept staring at the mirror as if by sheer will I could force my eyes to change. Nothing happened. I sighed and turned away. This was my life now. Might as well get used to it and forget about changing anything. This was too big for me to change. My hair was still dripping wet when I got out of the bathroom. Soon enough, my hair would turn a dark shade of black. I turned the heater on before heading off to my room. I am amazed that such a small box could control a big machine like the heater. I guess it is kinda like when I control people.
My room was much warmer when I entered. Dadio doesn't like it when I turn the heater up too high, but today was just too damn cold. I could always shoulder off his scolding, but the cold is much harder to ignore. I dressed in my most comfortable PJ's and yanked my feet into warm socks. For a Friday night there is nothing like spending the rest of the day in PJ's watching old horror movies. I don't like any other kind of genre but horror movies and not the modern ones either, they have to be the old kind. It is even better if they are in black and white.