AdelaideA Story by FocusedAmnesia"You make me look like I sound like I'm crazy" -Crazy = Cute -Zolof
Previous Version This is a previous version of Adelaide. Her pen worked furiously across the paper. The ink darker in
some spots as she pressed down hard. Words formed on the page, spouting from
all different directions of her mind, but making sense on the page. She had to get it out. She had to get it all out. Even at her young age, she was mature, not caring that she
was considered weird, wearing clothes that made her stand out from everyone
else in her lame town, and she was always seen with her lips moving. Sure, it
was an odd sight, and she knew she looked as if she was talking to herself, but
that fact was, music was always on. She never went anywhere without music.
Headphones were always in her ears, playing a variety of music, depending on
her mood. The purpose: to keep her mind occupied. The thoughts, scenes, memories, whatever you would like to
call them, were getting to her. Scratch that, they had already gotten to her,
and she couldn't take it. She wanted to scream, pull her hair, gauge her eyes
out, anything to get the images and words to stop flashing through her mind. "Please stop," she cried. Tears fell from her eyes. She couldn't remember the last
time she cried, but now she was bawling, smudging the freshly written letters
on the white-lined paper. Her head was pounding, her sobs getting stuck in her
throat, and her chest heaved. Finally, after two years of enduring the scenes
and words playing through her head, like a slide show, she was hitting her
breaking point. "For a human girl, your mind can handle quite a
lot." She spun around in her desk chair, tears still rolling down
her cheeks, and her chest still heaving. Words could not escape her mouth, as
for she was still choking herself with her sobs. Now, her eyes widened to the
size of golf balls, and her chest tightened. The man took deliberate, fluid steps towards her, and knelt
down. "You have to calm down." He placed his hands on her cheeks,
running his fingers under her eyes. "Stop crying," He ordered softly,
"And concentrate on breathing. In, out..." She tried, and tried, and tried, but tears continued to roll
down her cheeks. After a few minutes, she had stopped choking on her sobs. Her
breathing slowed considerably, and she closed her eyes, willing the tears to
stop. "I'm sorry I had to put you through this,
Adelaide." He spoke with true sorrow. Her eyes snapped open once more, at the sound of the dark
stranger's voice. For a moment, she just stared at him, studying his strong
facial features: his jaw was square, prominent cheekbones, straight nose. His
mouth was set in a frown; his lips just a little bigger than the average male.
Green stared deep into her soul, as she was mesmerized by the swirling yellow
flecks around his pupils. "Why aren't I afraid of you?" "There's no reason to be." She scoffed, then narrowed her eyes. "No reason to be?
There's a strange guy in my room, who showed up out of friggin' nowhere. Yeah,
that's perfectly normal." "Nothing about you is normal, Addy." "That's just what every teenage girls wants to
hear." She shook her head before looking at him once more. "And how
do you know my name?" "There are many things I know about you." "Okay, now I should officially be freaked," she
paused, "And now I'm going to freak out about not being freaked out by
you!" Music came from deep in the man's throat, in the form of a
chuckle. His green eyes danced wildly as he watched the young girl before him.
It felt amazing to finally be before her, in the flesh. "You have been... hearing voices," he began,
making sure he chose his words carefully, "For years now. The reason for
that is that you have a gift, a special ability. It is hereditary, and pretty
rare. Some humans have a special ability, but are unaware of it.." He made
sure she was understanding his words before continuing, "However, your gift
is powerful, or it will be." She let his words soak in for a few minutes, thinking it
over. Nothing besides the overflow of voices scared her, so she handled this
new news quite well. "Hearing voices is a pretty dumb gift. I'd rather turn
invisible, or even fly." "Oh, Addy," he shook his head as he chuckled.
"You have much to learn." "Okay, Yoda," sarcasm dripped from her mouth, "Are you the one whose going to teach me? Does this mean I get to know who you are?" © 2010 FocusedAmnesiaAuthor's Note
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