Uncovering Truth and Discovering Lies

I awoke to the sound of fireworks exploding above my house. I sat upright and barely stifled a scream. The noise I believed to be fireworks were really just thoughts coming from downstairs in loud waves. My mind was racing as I tried to put the puzzle pieces of the last day together. My mind felt broken and wrong as I remembered distorted images and sounds but couldn’t even remember everything that happened. I remember seeing my dad! My dad!

I jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway, all the way screaming, “Dad! Dad! Where are you?”

I searched the whole upstairs, every room, and began my descent down the stairs. I spun around the corner at the bottom of the stairs and ran into the living room to find my grandma and siblings sitting there waiting for me.

“Where’s dad? I remember seeing him yesterday. I don’t remember much and what I do remember doesn’t make any sense. But I remember seeing dad, he looked sick though. Is he okay?” I rambled on, too excited to care what I said.

“Alex, honey, come sit down for a second. We need to talk to you about what happened to you yesterday.” My grandma’s voice was filled with so much pity that is was softer than I have ever heard it before.

Hoping they would tell me where my dad was, I sat down on the blue love seat across from them, and nodded. I wanted to remember what happened yesterday more than anyone else!

“Yesterday you were walking back from the run you took in to the woods the night before and something started chasing you. You connected your body to your new found powers and became stronger, faster, more powerful, and basically better than you have ever been before. It chased you and you started getting away, you even broke past its barrier and read its mind. It was losing control of the situation, so it had to pull a dirty trick to turn the tables and get you to stop running.” Kyle said slowly and quietly, like it had a bad ending.

As they spoke my memory slowly came back and I remembered every amazing but terrifying detail of that day. But I couldn’t remember what happened after I stopped. I stopped running because I heard something make a noise behind some bush or shrub. No it wasn’t a noise; it was someone talking behind a shrub. They said they needed my help and I went to help this person. He had brown wavy hair that was messy from lying on the ground. His skin was tan and his eyes were closed as his lips formed words of pleading and need. But what shocked me the most were the man’s eyes; they were a beautiful sea blue! He was my dad! That’s why I stopped! I remember now, I stopped because my dad called for me to help him! He didn’t die!

But how did I not get caught by the beast that was hunting me down? Did I fight it off? Why couldn’t I remember?

“I can’t remember! Did I fight off the beast and save dad? Where is dad, I didn’t see him upstairs.” I said quickly, just wanting to see my dad and hug him and make sure he was okay!

“Try real hard and remember what happened after you found dad. Did something bad happen?” Julz said in a motherly voice that only annoyed me.

Why was everyone acting like I was a toddler or something? Who cares if I couldn’t remember what happened? I found our dad! Our dad was back from the dead and all these people wanted to do was talk about what happened yesterday!

I tried to remember just so they would leave me alone and I could see my dad again. I went through everything that happened and when I got to seeing my dad, something was different. My dad’s eyes were no longer sea blue, but just black. There were no whites to his eyes nor were there corneas or any color but black. Then the hair color of my dad changed to jet black while his skin grew paler and paler till it was completely starch white. All of the memories flooded back as once and I screamed in pain as my mind rejected this information and these memories.

I am still parentless and I’m still cursed with these awful powers! I slowly walked to my room, ignoring the calls of my loving family, and collapsed onto my couch. Thoughts from my family slowly filled my mind and I let them. Different fragments of their thoughts kept entering my mind, but one kept playing over and over. My father’s face was stuck in my head and tears rolled down my face as the image of my father’s face began to change into that evil Anti person. Slowly, anger began to rise in me as I thought of the powers those Anti people must have. They could have easily taken my parents or made their plane crash. Then I knew it had to be them.