"Welcome back Demara, or may I call you Dem?."
"It Doesn't really matter to me."
"Alright, well I have about an hour with you, so why don't we start where we left off from. You were going to tell me this dream you had."
"It's not a dream."
"Of course right, well anyway , go ahead and start."
I was born in April on the 28th. I had a twin brother named Jacob. We were born 30 minutes apart, but Jacob came out first, so he was always bugging me about me being the youngest. Our mom was an accountant and our dad was a police man. At the time I had black hair and emerald eyes. I was skinny compared to Jacob. He was big and strong, had a lot of muscles and worked out nearly everyday. I was the princess and he was the prince. He helped me at school, clubs, when I got into fights. He was my best friend. The things started to change. When I was 6 I could see things others wouldn't have imagined. Just by a single touch I could see others past, their memories, their pains and sorrows. I could even see Jacob's. Somehow Jacob understood what I was going through even if I didn't say anything to him. He tried his best not to touch me, and kept others away. He understood whenever I touched someone it was painful and that it'd hurt. Everything was fine, no one got hurt and memories didn't flow into me as much as they did before, until 2 years later. The relationship with my parents grew worse as their work hours increased by the month. It was either one getting upset for not getting enough attention, or the other getting upset because the lack of understanding. Family dinners were tense and moody. Eventually our mother started going off the handles. Constantly harassing Jacob, she grew angry for him trying to protect me all the time. Our father got irritated at me because I was weaker than Jacob. He wanted me to be stronger, but Jacob didn't want me to be. Our family started tearing apart. Mom was always yelling and going off the handle, father was forcing unnecessary thing on me and eventually turned abusive when I would deny him. Jacob grew distant out of fear from our mom. Jacob did't want her to harbor hate for him, but he didn't want me to suffer.
After the change school had gotten harder. The pain had came back, and I grew enemies faster than a lion chasing a zebra. Everyday someones memory flowed into me, and everyday I experienced pain unlike any other. Around my third year in middle school I had gotten into a fight over the expression on my face after someone touched me. They started wailing on me when all of a sudden Jacob came to rescue me. The principal came minutes later and deemed me and my brother as the culprits. We were suspended from school which angered my father more than anything. My mom furious for Jacob coming to my rescue struck Jacob. I was going to help but our father pulled me away. In that moment I could see everything, his past, his memories , even his emotions. I remember pulling away and hitting my head against the table. A vase was on it and it had fallen down on top of my head. Jacob tried to reach me, but our mother grabbed my wrist to pull me away. Like our father, her past, memories, and emotions flew into me.
The most painful thing was what I saw. Both of them hated their lives, hated their positions. Our father disliked being in the force and wished he was a doctor at a high school. He wanted to marry a busty blonde with green eyes, not a woman with brown hair and brown eyes. He wanted a girl and three boys, three strong boys. He wanted to live in a three story house, have a dog named rover, and later down the road be locked in a three way affair. To him we were mistakes, something that just came with the package of our mother. He was too late in pulling out on the wedding, and out of guilt for being late to the wedding, he just decided to go with it. Our mother didn't want to be account, she wanted to be a Nurse in Nevada. She wanted to marry a doctor with a good chin, red hair, freckles. She wanted four girls and three cats. To her we were a hit and miss. She pulled a card from the deck and it wasn't hers. The only reason why she went through the wedding was because she thought if she didn't she'd just be a lonely cat lady. It was clear though, that both of them didn't want us. The word hate lingered in my mind as I could hear their whispers of disgust. Finally as everything calmed down and they left the room, Jacob had came to my side. Though as my heart wished for comfort , it's wish was denied. Jacob's memories and thought flowed into me. 2 years of never touching each other and the day we can touch was probably the most depressing time of my life. He to was brewing with hate and anger. He was upset that he was born into this family. He was angry that he had a crazed mother with no ambition, a father that expected to much and was overly greedy, then me a younger useless brother who would have been better born as a female than a male. He thought of me as something that needed to be protected so he himself wouldn't fall to ruin. He even had thoughts of taking me, me a male? He really wanted me to be born as a girl , so much that he cursed my form every time he saw me.
So what did I do? I ran. I ripped myself from Jacob's arm and ran. I cursed my family and everyone in it. I wished for time to reverse itself, for me to never have been born. I ran so much that I didn't realize the space around me was changing. I could see blue lights, stars, streams of white, and clocks turning. By the time I realized it, I was in the hospital. I was in the room where my mother was in labor. I felt a stick plunge through my heart as I saw doctors rushing to her side. She was screaming so much and it seemed painful. I was so focused on what was happening to my mom that I didn't realize what was happening to me. My hair had became white and my right arm has became black. When I looked over toward the mirror to get a better look at myself, I had a red hour glass over my left eye. At the bottom of the hour looked like sand trailing down to my chin. Even though my hair changed, I was more worried about my right arm. It was completely black and clock arms were wrapping around my shoulder.
I was pulled away by my appearance when I heard the doctor say only one made it. I was confused , so I walked over to get a better look. The child in the doctors arm looked like me, but I didn't see the other. To make it worse, the doctors claimed she was dying. I stood there for a little as I watched the color in my moms skin fade. The blood loss was too much and the other child never made it out alive. My mother had died 30 minutes after my birth , which only left my father. Relentlessly I searched through out the hospital for my father. I ended up walking outside to see a nasty car crash. Getting closer I noticed the hand that hung out of the shattered window. In shock I backed away as I could see the head of my father plunged into the window of the other car. When I tried to run away, I returned to where I was before. A small space with clocks. I could hear my wish linger throughout the space of time.
I can't remember what else happened while I was there. I remember waking up the next day in a room by myself. There were books everywhere, clocks, plates, and dirty laundry. It was nothing like how my old room was. Confused I looked out the window to see a sign saying Chasmer Orphanage. I nearly broke out in laughter as I tried to collect my thoughts. My wish had came true, but at what cost? I had lost my family despite my hate towards them. My appearance had changed, and most of my memories are foggy and shattered. I tried to tell people my story, but I was put in a hospital that was attached to the Chasmer Orphanage. When I thought I had become nothing, someone came for me, stating that they were my guardian. When I saw him, we looked nothing a like, yet others thought we were spitting images of one another. He took me in and placed me in a school for Magicians. He said to me that I was quiet rare and young for my age. He kept me close and taught me many things. He gave me a choice my second year. I could leave or I could stay, he wouldn't force me. I was still so confused with everything , so I left. Biggest mistake of my life. I wound up back in a place for orphans and my old life returned to me. So in the middle of the second year I returned back to the school, to the Dean. I wonder if I had gotten attached...Ah, well that's about it."
"Interesting...reports say that you've told other counselors this story. As interesting and sad as it stories are just stories. You'r mother only had one child and due to her illness she died right afterwards. You'r hair is naturally white, and your arm was black due to a skin disease. Your father died in the war, and your never had a sibling. This school doesn't exist, you've been in the orphanage all your life. You tried to run away once and came back shortly after. "
"You all say the same thing."
"You may need more counseling if you keep spouting these stories. We are here to help you, but we can't help you if your continuing to go with this farce. I'll see you back again here in November. Have a good day Demara."
