"What now loser? You thought you were a step ahead of me, didn't you. That you were better? Well are you? Sitting there in my dust. Blind. Are you off your high horse now?" The voice gradually got higher, but I couldn't concentrate. My tormentor slammed his booted foot onto my head, squeezing it into the loose dirt.
I wanted to scream, but my body was paralyzed; stuck. My eyes were unseeing. I was blind. I couldn't even see a second ahead. Everything was a blur. Something I couldn't comprehend. The boys voice quieted. He wanted me to talk. Well I wouldn't. Couldn't. He giggled mischievously.
"Well do you know yourself now, Gilda? I know everyone can see you for the loser you are. All that matters now is if your ready. Are you ready Gilda? Ready to be sacrificed? This is your life's purpose isn't it?" He laughed cruelly again. I knew what was going to happen. I knew from when I was only three.
This is -- was -- the end. There would be no turning back now.
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My eyes snapped open and lightning sounded outside making me cringe. I hated storms. Groggily, as only a sleep deprived body could, I pulled the black covers back, exposing me to the cool air. I shivered, then turned to look at the clock. Three in the morning. What was my problem!?
When I wanted to wake up early for school or anything I managed to get up as late as possible. When I didn't need to wake up, or wanted to sleep in, I managed to wake up as early as possible. What the heck?
By the beating on my window, I knew it was pretty bad out there. The trees that I mistook for monsters when I was a kid struck the window mercilessly. Shadows were cast all over my fuchsia walls. It was three in the morning on a Saturday, and I was sitting awake in my bed. What kind of morning was that?
I shook the sleep from my limbs, and rubbed the gook from my eyes. If I was going to be awake, I might as well be doing something. Slowly I past my my black wood dresser and cabinets. I snuck out my door and tried to make sure that my parents couldn't hear me.
Soon I was past the bathroom door, down the stairs, and in the kitchen. I sat down on the oak chair at the matching rounded table. The counter was lined with a toaster, microwave, oven, sink, and various cooking supplies. I didn't think that I was in the food mood, but what was I supposed to do at three in the morning. What did normal people do?
Sadly, as my mother reminds me I'm as far from it as possible. For several reasons. One, I was from a different country, extremely random (this is my mother's opinon and Lisa, my best friend), I had no memories for my first five years, and I was a foster child, which made me obviously not average at all.
I stared at the darkened windows and felt sleep coming on. Listlessly I faded into oblivion...
"You're made for more than this Gilda. you'll remeber that won't you?" I smile, and reply to my momma,
"Of course momma. I'll always remember."
The woman smiled, and she spoke again, patting my shoulder.
"There may come a time you don't," she looked off into the distance. "I must get writing." she murmured. She started penning something in a book. I looked up and peered over her shoulder.
Must remember...place. The Oracle will not...fifteen...become...sacrifice.
I shook my head as she covered her work. What did that mean? No matter, I'd check on my dad. The woman stuffed the book in a a box. Then the world went white.
For the second time that night my eyes shot open. What a weird dream. Who was Gilda? And what was that lady doing? I found myself pondering the dream. After a few moments, I looked to the clock on the stove. Four o'clock?! An hour had passed! I started to move to the stairs leading to my room when that light came back again. From the windows this time. How is that possible? It was just storming horribly a moment ago.
"Gilda Ashling. It is coming time. Your recollection will return. Your foresight will become apparent. Bide your time." an ominous voice warned. I shook my head again. Apparently I was still dreaming. I obviously had the worse imagination ever.
Slowly I turned and headed up the stairs. But they weren't there.
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