Ever wanted to just feel you know, special?
Well I didn't, at least, not this special. I mean, most people when asked what they aspire to be when they're older-- the answer is usually pretty straight forward. But me? No.
"What about you, Frances Sullins?"
"Wha--What?" Startled my head tilted up to meet the greying teacher's hair line.
"What is it you want to be when you're older?"
It wasn't a question I got asked a lot, in fact, this was a first; yet I knew the answer. It sat there at the tip of my tongue. "The One." My younger self replied, quite contently.
"The...One?"
"Yes. I want to be The One."
This was pretty normal for me at the time. According to my Auntie, it's all I ever spoke about. Being 'The One'. No one ever really questioned me on it, and then again; I couldn't tell them what I meant by it anyway. I didn't even know myself.
The teacher nodded, moving onto the next student. I felt uncomfortable in the classroom, like it was too hot yet at the same time...too cold. Staring out the window as a nimble nine year old, I often just let my mind wander. But that's when it begun.
At first it was like a pain in the back of my skull, as if a tight belt was being wrapped around the gooey membrane inside my head. I could remember myself screaming, students and teachers alike rushing to my aid, only, I couldn't see them, only hear their frantic yells and screams.
To this day, I still don't quite know what happened in that classroom when I was nine years old, my Auntie never talks about it. But--
All I know now is, whatever happened that day, whatever it was; to be The One, I would have to get past him first.
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To Be The One
ParanormalFrances Sullins, or 'Frankie' as she goes by, is a little less normal than she first thought. When one incident leads to another, Frankie begins to think something isn't quite right, and that's when she meets 'him'. Tall, Dark and Carries a...Scythe...
