There use to be a legend about two lovers, who loved each other very much and thought that life is nothing without each other. Together, they are one. Together, they are stronger. Together, they were unbeatable.
The two lovers were walking on a cold winter night, moonlight as their guide and the shadowy tree as their roofs of the small ice that falls from the sky. Telling each other that they are inseparable, and if they were, they won’t hesitate to kill one another with their own hands. As long as it means they were together, they will use any means necessary.
There use to be a legend, about the two lovers who died; their hand encircled in harmony, their mouths rutted away, their eyes disappear in the cold winter blizzard.
They died without a face.
Hello. My name is Lily Thompson. I’m fifteen years old.
I live in San Fransisco, with my mom, Marie Thompson. She was never married, and she has a full-time job as a speech therapist downtown, in a small elementary school. I just finished tenth grade, and hope to get a summer job or something like that. I feel bad that my mom has always provide for me by herself, with no one to help her. Like I said before, she had never been married, and she never really had a boyfriend or anything in the past years. She said she would never be able to handle being in a relationship.
You’re probably asking: How did she get pregnant with me?
Mom found me when she was hiking in the forest a few miles away from town, in the middle of a forest, with nothing on but a plain white blanket wrapped tightly around me. She called up the authorities, and they took me in, and tried to find my parents. Now that’s when the wierd things started to happen. They took a blood sample to identify my parents when no one claimed me…but nothing came up. There was no one that shared my blood, not even when they searched not only San Fransisco, but also the entire U.S. After a month of searching, they finally let my mom take me as her own, and she legally adopted me as her daughter.
Mom waited until I was a bit older to tell me all this, and that only served to further explain the oddities that had begun to emerge within me. I never told Mom about these strange happenings, as I knew it would only worry her. But they still happened.
The first weird thing happened when I was about eight. This girl, the class bully in second grade, took my favorite toy away at recess, and I got really, really mad. I loved Mr. Gingerbread man; he was the only friend I had back then. But when his soft brown, ginger form was torn away from my embrace, I got so miserable and angry that I just snapped, but I was too scared to punch her in the face even if I really wanted to.
Now, every week the principal would call me to his office, questioning me about a big, black, faceless monster that crept up to scare the class bully, but as far as I know, I never told her such things existed. Heck, I don’t even believe those things exist! But her parents were deeply concerned, and according to the doctor at school, the school bully said that there was this tall man, with long hands who always follow her everywhere she went. And she blame me because of that.
The doctor was shocked – seeing that him and I were quite close and I always told him my problems – claimed that I had never said such things and she was only hallucinating. My mom, who was distraught, pestered him to check if my brain and her brain were alright. Typical. He laughed at that, and knelt down to look at me in the eye.
“Now, Lily, you’ll be more gentle next time, right? No more vicious glare if you get angry. You are stronger than your classmates. You could hurt someone, understand?”
I had nodded solemnly. “Yeah…but she took Mr Ginger, so she deserved it.” I had frowned at him, holding the doll in question closer to my chest as I spoke. The doctor had smiled in defeat, and had signed some papers before talking quietly to my mother, and then he let us leave.
The second weird thing had happened more recently, when I was thirteen years old. But in the years before that, I had quickly discovered that I was different from the other kids, physically and mentally. I was quicker to answer questions, to calculate distance and height, and my reflexes far surpassed those of girls and boys my age. Physically I was taller than most girls my age, and my muscles were more efficient, my bones thinner, more durable and flexible. I was able to run for longer periods of time, and I could jump and leap distances that astounded my coaches when they saw me.
But… I also learned that my…unique abilities were also a danger to me. I was teased often because others saw my natural gifts as freakish, and I quickly learned to make myself less efficient when I was around others, to force myself to trip and stumble like a normal girl would when running on uneven surface. But when I was alone…that was when I let myself see what I could do.
I wasn’t perfect; after experimenting on my own I often came back with huge gashes on my arms from tree branches that I had misjudged when jumping down from a great height, or I sprained my ankle by trying to run through the thick brush of the nearby forest. But I got better, and I began to discover new things about myself as a result.
Now, back to that second weird thing. It started out like any day, well, any day for me anyway. I had gone to school, done my homework, and then right after school I went to the forest to work out. I started out by jogging through the forest for half an hour, and then I began sprinting up tree trunks, swinging myself up the branches.
When I got to the top, I sat down and took a short break. It had been a quiet morning, so when a squirrel suddenly dropped down right in front of my face, I screamed bloody murder, almost falling off of the tree. But after the squirrel scampered away, I noticed that my heart was thumping really, really fast, and my arms and legs were quivering, as if I expected to run for my life at any moment. But what really caught my attention was the glow that was being exuded from my palms. It was a black in color, and it swirled around my fingers like a fire, only I didn’t get burned. The black swirls were helping me get on my feet from a fifteen feet high tree, and my feet touched the ground without any injuries.
The instant I began to study it, the black swirls disappeared, and I was left trying to get that feeling back again.
But there was nothing. What had that been? I still don’t know, even now.
I did find out that the glow only came when I was terrified to the point of running in fear, and so I began to imagine scary things, in an attempt to bring that glow back. I only succeeded in learning how to draw it to my hands, and even then it only lasted for a few seconds at most. The weird thing was though, when I had it in my grasp, how natural it felt…to have my hands glowing.
I mean, how weird is that?
That was the extent of the peculiarities mostly, and now, at fifteen, I feel as though I should be doing more than just sitting in trees trying to make my hands glow. I don’t know how to describe it…it was like I wanted something to do that required me to use this power that I had been blessed with, to use that strength that I could wield with ease.
But of course, I was just a fifteen-year-old girl. Nothing interesting happened except the occasional smile from the really cute guy that walked past our house every day.
I sighed, sitting up on my bed and glancing over at the clock. It was Friday, and Mom’s school didn’t get out for summer until at least three in the afternoon. It was only eight o’clock. In the morning. Ugh.
I slipped out of my bed, and quickly changed into some jean shorts, tugging on a black tank top. I ran a brush through my hair, admiring for a moment how the thick blonde waves glimmered in the sunlight before snorting to myself and turning to skip down the hall, and into the kitchen.
The kitchen was empty, and the sunlight made the pretty teal painted cupboards glow. I yawned, grabbing myself a granola bar and munching on it as I slipped on my tennis shoes. I shoved the rest of my bar in my mouth, and walked out the door, closing it securely behind me.
Might as well go have some fun in the forest…beats sitting in the house and doing nothing.
I smiled as the wind blew gently in my hair, making it blow behind me. I loved my hair; it really was my best feature. It was a rich golden color, and went in waves to my middle back.
Okay, enough admiring yourself, Narcissus…I scolded myself sharply, and I shook my head as I walked.
It was a beautiful morning, and if I hadn’t been so caught up in my thoughts, I might have heard the distant yells from behind me. But it wasn’t long before my ears caught the sounds of the screeching of the tires, and I turned.
A truck was swerving dangerously on the road, and the driver’s eyes were wide and scared as his hands struggled with the wheel. But that wasn’t what made me gasp.
A little girl, no more than five, was sitting calmly in the middle of the road, her back facing the truck, humming to herself as she drew chalk. Normally, I’d be screaming for her to get out-of-the-way, but this was different.
I knew this little girl. Her name was Jennifer, and she was deaf, she had been deaf all of her life.
She wouldn’t hear the truck, and she wouldn’t hear my screams.
I was running before I could blink, and I pushed myself as fast as I could. I saw people frown angrily as I pushed them out-of-the-way, but they gasped when they saw who I was running to save.
I felt my heart racing as I saw the girl’s parents screaming, running toward the road. But the truck was too close now, they would never make it. But I would. I was stronger than anyone else, I could reach her in time.
I had to reach her in time. I was different from everyone else, I could do things they couldn’t. I couldn’t just let these gifts go to waste. I had to use them…even at the risk of my own life.
I waved frantically, and the girl looked up, her large green eyes brightening as she recognized me. She waved.
Oh for the love of all that’s holy!
I motioned for her to move out-of-the-way, and she frowned. I was almost there, and then she turned around. Her eyes widened, and she screamed, fear freezing her where she sat. The truck was almost to her, and I was even closer.
My heart pounded, and I felt the glow reaching my fingertips, filling me with strength as I yanked the girl out of the way. But the truck was on us now, the roaring of the engine in my ears.
Time seemed to stop as I made the decision that would change my life forever. I pushed Jennifer to my right, out of the way, and then the truck hit me.
It was only a split second in which I remained aware, and in that moment…it was almost as if I was glowing. I saw light filling my vision as I felt hard metal slam against my head, so hard that everything was lost in the light. Pain filled me, and I felt a floating sensation, as if I had suddenly sprouted wings. My eyes closed.
This wasn’t how I wanted to die. But I guess life was like that. You never knew how long you had left. At least…Jennifer will live for another day. That’s all that mattered, in the end.
I felt the weight of the truck for another split second, and then everything went dark. Blissful darkness, and I felt my consciousness slip away into nothing.
The truck hit the blonde teenager at a speed that made Jennifer gasp. But…why was Lily…enveloped? It was like she was floating in mid-air, her eyes closing as the metal front of the bumper collided with her head, as if she was sucked within the world of black. The truck continued with its mad rush forward, and yet Lily seemed to vanish as the truck zoomed by.
Jennifer screamed. She couldn’t hear herself, but she could feel the arms of her sobbing parents around her.
Lily was gone. But where was her body? Where was she?
There was…nothing. No blood, no body. It was almost as if…she had never been there at all.
Ah, Lily. When you were born, this wasn’t your name,
Do you know how many years I waited? How many opportunities I have missed to see you? Like Alice in the wonderland, I was about to take you here myself since you take so long. But here you are, I was never expecting you to come here on your own.
I have created a song just for you, but my mouth is unable to sing, or to speak, I am blind, but I can see you as clear as the day. Your blond ringlets whipping in the wind, your bright blue eyes, yet the shadowy gray within makes it more exotic.
Yes I’ll come get you, and I will bring you home.
I’ll come get you, and I will bring you home.
I’ll come get you, and I’ll say: Welcome home
My dear, dear Lily…
Without you I am incomplete, without you to hold I’ll be freezing. I’m not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move, makes me feel like I can’t live without you and it takes me all the way…I want you to stay.
Come here, and stay with me…
Credit To – yanatabosofan
Credit Link – http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9421990/1/My-Shadow-has-a-Strange-Look-about-it