PROLOGUE
The crackle of
thunder pierced the air as the rain poured from above. I’m sitting on the roof,
absorbing each freezing drop of water as it finds me. With each exhale, the
mist of life escapes me. I’m soaked, but I love it. Out here, on the rough
shingles of an aging home, I can think. My mind can clear. The black hair on my
head falls flat and sticks to my forehead. I can feel the cold deep in my
bones, but this is my only escape. Out here, looking on the white glow of the
moon and the wild forest at the end of the street, I feel alive. On most
nights, I relax out here, after the rest of the house has fallen asleep. By
now, I have memorized every detail of the landscape, from the dim streetlamps
to the mossy stone fence at the tree line.
Soon,
the desire to enter the warmth and submit to the draw of my pillow became too
strong and I return to my worn room. Stealthily shutting the window and
changing into dry clothes, I close my eyes and fall into a restless slumber. I
have never really slept well, but as I tossed and turned in the sheets, my mind
had brought me into a dream. I love dreams. They’re an escape from the harsh
reality I’ve come to know. This, however, is an unwelcome terror. I found myself
in a familiar land, one I’ve visited in dreams before. It is like earth, but in
the time of adventurers and monsters. This medieval world had been one I’ve
come to love, but now something about it feels different.
In
the dream, I found myself on a hill covered in darkness except for the pale
moonbeams. It is strange. It feels off, but I’m not sure why. As I looked
around, a dark fog began to appear at my ankles, swirling around until it is all
I can see. This definitely isn’t normal and I didn’t like it. Out of nowhere, a
pair of glowing purple eyes flashed into the darkness. Before I could
understand, I awoke with a start to the most annoying sound in the world: my
alarm clock. It’s time for me to go back into a world I loathe.
As
I prepared mentally for another horrible day in the cruel environment they call
high school, I could hear the footsteps of my sister getting ready in her room.
Felicity is a straight A student. She always put extra effort into her work and
the teachers were impressed by it. She loved school, and who could blame her?
Every teacher adored her, she is a main actress for the theater department, and
her whole life is perfect. Well, aside from being a foster kid. Both Felicity
and I are foster children, and we aren’t technically related. We have been
together for nearly thirteen years now and she is the closest thing I’ve ever
had to family, so I think of us as siblings.
It
is strange that we’ve been put together for so long. Usually, we were in one
home for two or three years until the foster parents decided I’m too brooding
to handle or I’ve gotten into too many fights with the other kids, but wherever
I went, Felicity followed. I’ve always thought it was because we had the same social
services worker, Mr. Fleming, but when I turned sixteen, Mr. Fleming moved back
to his home to look after his sickly father. Since then, we’ve lived with the
awful Goldans in this rickety house. The paint peeled, the pipes leaked… it all
is just horrible.
I want out. I want
to get away from all of it, except Felicity. Luckily, I only have to wait two
more weeks until I turn eighteen and became my own guardian. Felicity is out of
the system a month after me, but we’ve agreed we will both break away as soon
as we can. I think of myself as very lucky to have Felicity in my life. Without
her, I wouldn’t be able to survive on my own. She took care of me, unlike
everyone else.
Now ready to get
to school, with Felicity’s hair dryer running in the background, I head out
early for school. I want to get there before everyone else. Well maybe not
everyone else… Just Lex. Lex is the school bully. He is one of the meanest
looking seniors you could think of. Gnarled teeth, scar under the left eye,
Russian accent. The whole nine yards. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating. Lex was
intimidating and rough though. He was one of the main reasons school had become
insufferable.
Before my parents
went and died on me, I loved to learn. I had friends. I had a life. Now I’m stuck
in a system that doesn’t care about me, with a family that wouldn’t notice if I
went missing, in a world that doesn’t know I exist. I wish I could go back to
when they were still here, but that’s not something people can do. When you
lose somebody, they’re gone. They’ve ditched you and gone to whichever
afterlife you believe in.
As I make the
pilgrimage to school, I can feel the autumn leaves crunching under my feet. The
Earth seems to turn slowly for the next half a mile. People whiz by on their
daily commute. Suckers, living with a purpose. Right now, I don’t know what I’m
doing. I’m only focused on my escape, nothing else mattering. I’ll take each
wave as it hits me and try not to drown in the ocean of life. Some kids dream
of being president, astronauts, or doctors, but I just want to be free. Live
how I want with the people I choose. Nobody else telling me who I’m supposed to
be. Only me being me how I want to be.
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