and welcome back to my blog its been a while. we've has been doing creative writing in school again
so I wrote this I guess its based on all that she can see by Carrie Hope Fletcher loosely (although I should really get around to posting my amazing fanfic for that) and an old idea I wrote a story for but never ended up posting. so yeah it's not really got a tittle so if you've got any suggestions please tell me so umm let's get into this
It was a cold and cloudy day the first time it happened . this time I was prepared as is stumbled into an alleyway away from questions and prying eyes just before consciousness left me. The world melted away around me as the cold fingers of sadness raked up my spine. The thing came into view smiling it teeth to sharp its tongue blood red as if all the blood out of every human had been taken and placed there. as if it had killed. It long needle-like talons beckon me forward I don't resist it's easier that way. I stand in front of it as it's hand slips onto my shoulder holding just a little too tight. I close my eyes no use in struggling now. When I open my eyes I watch the movie play out in front of me. A brother and sister fooling around climbing a tree. He's higher than her and laughing racing her to the top he's older and taller it no surprise that he gets further than her. She sits on the branch below pouting fiddling with his foot. I watch her expression change and suddenly she pushes his foot upwards he loses his balance and that's it. The girl and I watch in matching horror as the boy falls screaming hitting branches. The sound of things snapping fill the air as time slows down and something tells me they don't all belong to branches. A thump echo's though me and suddenly silence. The scene cuts to the girl and others standing soaked in rain dressed in black. While some people cry the girl stares into space her eyes empty.
Everything fades back to now. My breathing shakes as shivers rack my body. She had been 6. I breathed out as the weight settled into my shoulders joining the rest of them. I Push myself up. no sense in staying here. I rejoin the crowd. Dodging through the sea of people each and every one of them a possible threat. I pass the little girl on the way to my apartment. Before she had been quiet her smile dull and fake now light seemed to dance in her eyes, her smile radiating warmth as every child,s should. There was no doubt she still remembered, still felt bad, still missed him. but for a little while, she was able to be a kid again. She looks up at me and I realize I've been staring I give her a small smile and continue into my apartment.
I flop down onto my bed and sighed. I had to be careful with my “gift ” as my grandma had called it she was the only one I had ever told, she knew all my secrets she had protected me in a way. Now she was gone I was alone with my secrets, carrying not only pieces of other people's grief guilt loneliness and fear but my own. Whether it was a gift or curse it always tired me out. I pulled my covers over myself not bothering to change into pyjamas and close my eyes as sleep takes me.
I wake up with the same old feeling of heaviness. Forcing myself out of bed as I've done since I was 13. back when the visions started. I had brushed hands with the notorious school bully only to find out that he had been verbally abused by his parents since he was 3. I had fainted in the cafeteria and had been sent home. Over the course of 2 months, this happened over and over until my parents took me to the doctors only to discover there was seemingly nothing wrong. after a while, I figured out how to work my gift and even how to hold off the fainting for about 20 minutes.
I pull myself back into the present as I arrive at my job. I work as a secretary for a contract loaner shredding paper and stamping document it is dull but safe and means I don't need to interact with people all that often so it's ok. As I walk in my boss pulls me aside “listen whatever your name is i need you to escort our customer” he gestures to a woman sitting in one of the plush red sofas she is casual and doesn't fit into the setting “to an upstairs room” I nod fast and start to leave when he adds “ oh and don't screw it up” his voice stings like vinegar in a paper cut but I know he doesn't mean it. he's scared. He has been fighting with his wife for months now. They love each other and don't mean it they're just worried about the disabled son. They both want to protect him and can agree on how.
I walk over to the woman “excuse me miss I must escort you to one of our upstairs room”
“Of course” her voice is warm, calming and drips with kindness like honey from a full beehive. As I walk with her I catch her watching me. I reach the door to the room I have been told to take her and unlock it. But before she goes into the room she turns to me and asks “what is your name?” I half panic and blurt out
“Nova Carrigan Miss.yours?”
She smiles at me radiant as the setting sun “ Cherry, Cherry Redgrave”
bye yall
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