Clarity
Chapter Seven
I was dark and scared and alone. I longed for the comfort, warmth and security of my home- that is, assuming I had one. I couldn’t remember. All I could hear were screams, from every nook and cranny in the room. I was petrified but screaming was beyond me. I couldn’t muster the energy. The hooded figure turned to me and the pain grew. I couldn’t see, but I could feel his burning eyes on me. I whimpered, too broken to fight or to scream. He flicked a hand this way and that, with what I knew was a cruel grin. I could feel the life slipping away from me, like a dog towards its dinner.
I woke. Crap, I was sore. It felt like I’d been hit by a bus, then a tractor, then a mini-van. And then I’d walked myself home. What time was it? 11pm. How long had I been sleeping for? Obviously a long time. They didn’t bother to wake me up anymore. They sort of gave up asking questions after they got no answers.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to answer them- I mean, I wanted answers myself- but I couldn’t answer them. I still can’t answer them all. But I have a better understanding of who I was, and who I am, than I did just a week ago. I remember slivers of what happened in dreams, but they are just dreams. Fictional and far-fetched, they couldn’t be true.
Or could they?
There was no point in going back to sleep; it wasn’t going to happen. I sat up in bed and logged on to my laptop. I felt like writing; there were too many pent up feelings; too many hidden dreams to hide inside my mind. I needed to get them out somehow.
I signed into my Facebook account, to try and gauge how long I’d been out. It didn’t really help. The only thing there was an message in my inbox from about an hour ago. It was from someone I didn’t recognise, by the name of Mystery. Huh, I guess that suits.
Curiously I opened it; I didn’t necessarily have to reply if it was some creep.
Hi Clarity,
I know you don’t know me, and I don’t know you either, so I honestly do not expect you to trust me. But truthfully, I need to meet with you for you to truly understand.
The truth is that you, a girl called Reason and I- well, we’re not normal girls. We’re... well, I don’t really have any word to describe exactly what we are, but we have... powers. Not like superheroes exactly, but I guess you could compare it to Twilight. They’re vampires with extra powers; we’re people with extra powers. I can’t call us humans, seeing as we’re actually somehow immortal. I don’t know how or why, but we are. Reason has the answers that we don’t have.
I know this is probably as over your head right now as it is mine, but I’m not joking. I can’t joke about it really, as it’s had me in a pretty sticky mess. An innocent person actually died because of it.
I’m going to go now, but please, please reply and know that I’m deadly serious. It sounds like a corny line from a movie, but it’s true- the fate of the world depends on it.
Mystery
Well, Mystery was about right. I didn’t know this girl, or this person called Reason that she mentioned. Heck, I didn’t even know whether she was even a girl. All too often on the news I see stories of girls that have gone missing after meeting up with people who faked their identity.
I chuckled and shook my head. It seemed a lot like a stupid chain email. I glanced at the photo- and was immediately creeped out. There was a picture of who I assumed to be her and Reason. They both had truth in their eyes.
Somehow, I knew who was who. I looked into the vivid green eyes of Mystery and knew that she wasn’t kidding. I needed to meet with her.
