This is something that came to me and finally worked up the guts to write it. This is I guess a “self fic” … so I hope you enjoy. (fixed)
It started when I was 11, on the day my friend, my Best friend moved.
She had to leave because of her dad’s work, leaving me almost alone, except I did have my boyfriend.
A few days after she left I started to notice things, things that weren’t normal like items in my room that wasn’t there, nor did they belong to me … but seemed familiar in a way. Almost seemingly sentimental and nostalgic.
As I sat there and looked at the items and stared to ponder ...Why me, why did my only friend leave me…
“Well at least you still have love.”
That voice …. “W-who’s th-there?” I asked. The room was silent, making me uncomfortable. I quickly got up and walked into the bathroom and shuting the door with my back facing it and now staring at own reflection with terror.
I had just gotten tall enough to finally see myself on the mirror … being as short as I was.
But, that voice …. it sounded like mine, … I didn’t move my mouth though, but it sounded clear as day, it even had a little rasp to it.
I started thinking Maybe, it’s nothing. Just my imagination. Even though when I get up in the middle of the night, I see shadow figures at the end of the hall or in the corner my room.
The voice never said anything for a few months after that but, new things started to occur.
Night terrors was one of them, laying motionless, seeing your worst nightmare, not being able to run, choking on air because of the lump in your throat, … I could never sleep the same.
Another thing was, I was a jinx. Saying something and it happens, although I never believed it.
My sister and I shared a room, she was complaining about being ugly and no one liking her. “Well your prettier than me, … heck my boyfriend would dump me just to be with you.” I said jokingly just to cheer her up.
That Wednesday, I was with my boyfriend and he got me a purple teddy bear holding a pink heart that said “I ♡ You” on it. He usually never gave me gifts out of the 3 years we dated, except my birthday but something was up.
He had a look on his face, a look no one could forget.
He sighed … “Critter … I want to tell you something.”
“Look, I’m not sure if I can be with you anymore.”
My face went from glowing red to confusion.
“It’s over. … It’s not you it’s me, and besides I only get to see you only 2 days out of week.”
I tried to not cry in front of him, and also not slap him because I knew it was more than that.
“O-ok … I … umm … never mind.”
He walked away with a look as if a burden was lift off of him.
I was trying to process this and keep myself from crying until I was home. Looking down at the teddy bear in my hands, I squeezed it for a hug.
“I jinxed myself … I did it to my self.” I said with my face muzzled into the purple bears head. Now sitting on my bed and tears running down my face.
I lifted my face from the bear, wiping the tears away seeing the pink heart it was holding. “I ♡ you, … more like you hate me.” The longer I thought about it the more I started the despise the color pink.
I got up, went into the kitchen and grabed a knife from the silverware drawer and dashed back into my room before my mom could spot me.
Holding the knife in my hand quickly snatched the teddy bear and effortlessly cut the heart from it’s grasp. After doing this, I took the pink heart and went outside and buried it in the ashes inside our burn barrel that we use discard the burnable junk.
Clap …. clap … clap … “Bravo, you did an excellent job of getting rid of it. Now time to burn it.”
I turned around swiftly and saw a girl floating there. Looking at her though didn’t startle me as compared to when she first spoke.
“Are you really just gonna stand there and stare at me … or are you gonna light the fire?”
I continued to stare because it was like looking into a mirror, a mirror into the future. A few differences I spoted was her irises are white instead of brown/gold like mine, her hair was curly as well while mine was straight.
“Hello? … Earth to Critter.” Waving her hand in front of my eyes.
“Yeah … sorry but .. can you ..”
“Question later, fire first.”
I almost started to hesitate on striking the match, looking over to see her leaning in and whispered into my ear.
“It’s ok if you feel nervous, it’s completely natural.”
Her saying that gave me a sudden boost in confidence, so striked the match and watched it light the pile with a big Woof.
We both just stood there and watched it burn down to burning embers, leaving smoke trailing from what was left.
“So … you wanted to ask me something.”
“Are … you me … but from the future?”
“No … Well kinda but, not entirely. Is that all?”
“Uhh … no. Why are you here and did you try to speak with me before, right?”
“Yes to the second part but the first one is gonna take a lot of explaining and I don’t think you have the time for that.”
I sat on the ground with my back to the warmth of the embers.
She rolled her eyes “Great ….. you know what, now im not gonna expain it until your older because it’s very complicated.”
“Oh come on please.” Now on my knees begging.
“No …. as I said you will learn when your older and hopefully wiser with your choises.” She sighed and said under her breath “This is why I don’t like kids.”
“Ok … fine … I guess I’ll wait.”
As for that day, we never interacted much for the next few years. The only time she seemed to come around was when I was stressed or depressed, once in a blue moon so it seemed.
During this the night terrors ceased and was replaced with sleep insomnia instead. I was no longer a jinx but a train wreck waitng to happen. Everyday it seemed I get physically, mentally, and/or emotionally hurt or scared for life.
I was out and about walking on the street, about 5 years since the day I first meet her, still didn’t know her name, even though she seemed to like it that way.
Usually I never walked alone, but with all the family issues going on I had to ecsape. So you could say I ran away, wouldn’t most people.
The sun slowly sets, leaving the street lights that are gaping apart as far as they could be to be my only source of light, other than the cars and semi’s passing by without a care in the world.
I shruged and made the idk sound with my mouth shut, knowing it would tick her off.
“I don’t know is not an answer. So I’m going to ask again. What are you doing?”
“Walking, it’s kinda obvious.”
“Ya, I know that but walking away for your problems won’t solve them.”
“I know and I don’t care. It’s not like I have a choise to not be apart of it, besides you of all people know I hate drama and yelling over stupid stuff.”
She stoped following and looked at her right hand in horror, quickly clinching it to a fist.
She sighed …“Look there are big consequences for your actions, … whether it affects you now or later on.”
“Ya, I know, haven’t they always.”
“Yes, but this one won’t just affect you, it will affect everyone around you, … including me.”
“Then leave if I’m that much of a burden to you. It’s not like you help me anyway.”
“Exuse me? Maybe because your suppose to talk to people like, Your Family and Your Friends, Not Me!”
“Well you just show up, Heck no one else can even see you and you are me so you’re the perfect candidate.”
“Ok you do have a point but im not gonna tolerate this anymore. Sigh You’re on your own, and I bet you my point will be proven tonight.” Evaporating into a mist while backing away.
I still continue to walk but her words kept rattling in my head. “…this one won’t just affect you, it will affect everyone around you, including me.”
I stopped with my back facing to the light from a street light with my feet on the outskirts of said light. I shoke my head with my now curly and colored bangs in front of my face.
“Should I go back … should I continue …” I kept thinking of those words she said.
“I guess I should go back home. …. Now that i think more about it, what did she mean by ”… my point will be proven tonight.“ She was probably just joking.”
I shruged the thought off and spun around on my heel, to come face to face with a man with a ski mask on.
My first reaction I had was that I was getting mugged, so my “Fight or Flight” instinct kicked in and immediately socked him in the face.
He stumbled back a few steps holding his jaw then looking up and glares.
With no hesitation I booked it in the opposite direction even though I was a sprinter, not a marathoner but I still ran hearing him chasing me.
“Why is he so persistent?!” I asked myself, “Muggers usually just want the money and don’t chase for it, they hide in the shadows.”
As I continued to run with the adrenaline being the only fuel keeping me from collapsing on to the ground, I turned into an alley to hide and give my legs a break.
Bending over with my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath, I was winded, the last time I ran like that was when I was in elementary school with my best friend. Being home schooled does have it disadvantages.
I straightened up and popped my neck and stretching my arms out, “I think I lost him, well time t-” My mouth being covered was the last thing I felt before blacking out.
When I awoke, I attempted to move but couldn’t, now feeling the rope that held me in the chair. I was trying to stay calm as possible, maybe see if I could find or talk my way out.
He walked out holding a black leather bag with a look as if he were going to enjoy my last moments.
“Well, it’s about time you awakened. ….”
(Yee, part one is done and so happy, part 2 will be out soon and special thx to @firstaidquarters for helping me with some of the arrangements.)
