Lost Innocence (First Person Story)

Lost Innocence


How long have I been running? It seems like forever. My legs are tired, and I'm out of breath. These trees aren't familiar anymore. They look strange. I think I'll slow down now. The plants grow thick here, and some are sharp. My clothes…I must have torn them while I was running.

Why am I running? I don't remember anymore. I want to get away, but away from what? What am I running from? I wish my sister would hatch from her cocoon now. I miss her, and the others are worse than usual. Why do they hate me so much? Because I'm different. Because I don't look like them.

Why do I have to be so different? Why am I so pale? Why can't I just be like everyone else? If I were like them, then they wouldn't tease me. I was hoping it would be different once I hatched from my cocoon, but it's just the same as before. They still hate me. Just because I'm different.

I'm so tired. I need to rest. There's a fallen tree up ahead, I'll rest on that. How long have I been running? It's getting dark out. This forest isn't safe at night. Dangerous things come out. I'm too weak to protect myself right now, and can't protect myself in this form. If I were still a dragon, then I wouldn't be scared.

Am I really scared? Why am I scared? If a monster were to come and take my life right now, wouldn't that be a blessing? I wouldn't have to deal with them anymore, those people who hate me so much. But I would never see my sister anymore too.

I miss my sister. She's the only one who is nice to me. She treats me like an equal. No one else treats me like an equal. Everyone else treats me like I'm there for their amusement. To entertain them. I'm not stronger than the younger ones now that I've changed. They have size on their side. I have to run from them. But I can still defend myself against those who are older than me when I need to.

I'm cold. How long have I been gone? Only a couple of hours, I think. But this is the longest I've been away from the village. And the furthest. This area is so different from what I'm used to. The plants are bigger, some bigger than me. Dangerous creatures could hide behind these plants. Dangerous creatures that could kill me.

I must keep moving. I have to get away from this unfamiliar area. But the fallen tree looks so inviting. No. I can't rest any longer. I have to keep moving. I have to get back to the village. I must be there when my sister emerges, and decides her name.

Which way do I go to get back? I can't see the sky for help. The trees are too close together. There are strange sounds around me. Sounds that I do not know. Sounds that scare me.

What's that? What are those lights over there? I must get closer to see. Maybe someone is looking for me. No. No one is looking for me. No one cares about me. No one but my sister, and she can't look for me.
The closer I get, the bigger the lights get. I'm hearing strange voices now. What are they saying? I can't understand them. I do not know their language. I can see them now, through the bush. They look like me, but I've never seen them before. They're coming out of a strange ship. It's not like anything I've seen before. How many are there? Are they friendly? Maybe I can find out.

They can see me now, but they say nothing. They're just staring. This was a mistake. I must get back to my village. That person said something to the other one near him…but what? Their language is so strange. What is that person pointing at me? I can't see it too well from here.

I don't like it. That object scares me. I must get away from here. These beings scare me. Why can't I move? What is that light coming at me? I'm scared. It's getting closer. I have to run. I have to get back to my…

…Sister.

~*~

I suppose that I’m not what anyone would call a “normal child”. Long white hair, white eyes, deathly pale skin. Why do I look like this? Hell if I know. The doctors don’t even know why. I’ve been tested on ever since I came to this forsaken station and all they know about me so far is that I’m just different.

I’m not native to this station. When I arrived two years ago, the first thing I remember was waking up on a cold table with a bunch of unfamiliar faces staring at me. I had no memory of anything before that time. It was as if it were totally erased from my mind. I couldn’t understand their language to begin with, also. Thankfully, within a half a year I had learned the language to the point of speaking it perfectly. I surprised everyone with my rapid learning abilities. It wasn’t long before I started asking how I came to be in this place.

I was told I had come to be here after I was found wandering around space in an escape pod. And that's it. They would never tell me any more than this. Sometimes however, I got the impression that there were things that they were not telling me. Whenever I inquired to know more on my past, they would immediately change the subject. This puzzled me, but I didn’t ask any further. Another reason I didn’t ask anymore was because they would usually scold me for asking.

I sighed, my feet swinging over the edge of the metal table. The table was cold on my bare skin, my clothing being deposited on the floor. I looked over my pale arms and legs and the monitoring wires that were attached to them. I scratched at the skin around one of the wires. As used to them as I should be, I can’t stand them. Two years of doing this and they still bug me.

I wrinkled my nose at them and raised my head as I heard the door leading to the hallway slide open automatically. I would have frowned at who entered if I could have, but I was always forced to keep respect for my doctors. This doctor was one I really didn’t like. Bushy brown hair and a look on his face that was very unpleasant, as if he were around something nasty all the time. He was also very angry all the time for absolutely no reason. I often found that funny. I watched as he read off his chart in a very mechanical voice. I think it would have been a nice voice if it didn’t hold so much distaste in it.

“Subject 2011873, age twelve, height 5’0”, weight 98 pounds.” He stated with his brows furrowed. I replied as I always had.

“Yes, sir. How are you today, sir?” My voice held the same mechanical tone as his on purpose. It was my way of mocking him and he knew it. As always, he glared at me.

“Keep your manners, you wretched thing.” He snarled. Thing. That’s what most of the doctors call me. A thing. I frowned, finding this label most hurtful of all the other titles I had. His lips suddenly held a cruel smile, enjoying the reaction he got. He set down his chart and walked over towards me. “Time to remove the wires.” He said, keeping that heartless smile. I accidentally groaned out loud and he laughed harshly at me. “Would you rather stay in them?” He sneered.

“No sir.” I spat slightly. The first wire he pulled off of the skin from my arm bled slightly.

“Your manners, thing.” He said with extra emphasis on that word I hated most. I kept silent and closed my eyes as he continued to remove the rest of the wires from my body in silence. Every once in a while he would snicker if I were to wince. By the time he had finished, there were red splotches scattered evenly over my skin, looking odd due to how pale I am. I sighed and dared to speak.

“May I leave now, sir?” I asked. I ran my hand over the small sores gingerly. They still stung. Much to my relief he answered quickly with a slightly growled yes. I threw on my clothing quickly, wanting to get away from him as fast as I could. I noted to myself distractedly how he reminded me of an untamed animal when he growled.

The doors opened automatically for me as I stepped out of the room into the familiar hallway. I made my way past the frowning people in a path I normally took. My eyes traveled down to the spot where the bleeding had once been. I smiled when I found that it had already healed over. The only reason I never scarred from the roughness of those certain doctors is because I’m an unusually quick healer. I raised my head again and continued on my path. I wasn’t able to keep it for long, however. From down the hall a group of other girls, all looking plain and similar in many ways, were running in my direction. I stood still and frowned, I knew what was coming next. It wasn’t going to be pleasant.

Giggling to themselves a joke which only they knew, they came to a stop in front of me. One of the girls who was about two years older than me, and who was obviously the leader of this small group, spoke to me. The others behind her grinned.

“Good afternoon, Paleface.” She said in an innocent voice, calling me the name that all the children on the station called me. Hardly innocent…I thought to myself. I wanted to ask them what they wanted, but I wasn’t allowed to be disrespectful towards them. If I were, I’d be punished.

“Hullo Marilla…” I replied, eyeing them all warily. Out of everyone else on the station, this single group of girls were the only ones who paid much attention to me. Of course, this attention was never desired.

“How are you today?” She asked, smiling sweetly. I was becoming uncomfortable. She was being far nicer than usual. Something wasn’t right. This isn’t what I had expected from them.

“I’m fine…how are you?” I could even hear the uncertainty that my voice held myself. The group of girls suddenly brook out giggling again, though this time they seemed nervous. They were definitely up to something. But what?

“I couldn’t be any better.” She answered, grinning to herself. I decided that I should find a way to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

“That’s good. I think I’ll be going now. G’bye then.” I said, thinking quickly I moved forward, attempting to pass Marilla and the rest of the girls. However, she stood in my way. I raised my head to lock eyes with her, being as short as I am. “Could you please move? I have somewhere to be.”

“But we want to talk to you, Paleface. We have something to show you.” With this, she forcefully pushed me back against one of the walls in the hall. My head hit the hard metal quite hard, but it didn’t faze me at all. I glared at Marilla, and she began to laugh. “Well now, Paleface. You had better watch yourself. I think your eyes are changing.” She pointed out. I closed my eyes tightly as the group began to laugh. My eyes always showed my mood, going from their stark whiteness and darkening as I became angrier. If anyone ever wanted to know the type of mood I was in, they just look at my eyes. I hate it. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again. They had reverted back to their colorless state, mostly. I gave up on being respectful. They don’t deserve my respect to begin with.

“What do you want with me?” I asked, my voice showing my annoyance with them. They all advanced on me, still grinning. I would have taken a step back, but I was already against the wall. I could have done something to defend myself, but I wasn’t allowed to. I was definitely stronger than I looked. Much stronger than even most of the adults, I think. They had their own ways of controlling me, though. So I was forced now to lower my hands and wait for what was coming. Sure, this had happened many times before. But every time before now had been easy to break away from. I suppose they had finally smartened up. This time, for once, they had me surrounded, and against a wall. No way for me to break free this time. Even if they had actually known what I was capable of, it wouldn’t have stopped them from doing this. They know I can’t retaliate in any way. So I closed my eyes and waited for the pain that was to come. I should heal eventually anyway, and they probably couldn’t even hurt me that bad. I heard an adult a little ways down the hall clear his throat. It was too deep to be a female. Not that either would help me. But something was different than before. I figured it out right away.

I was still waiting.

I opened my eyes slowly. None of the girls were looking at me, and I could only see the sides of their brown-haired heads. All of the girls had looked as if they were just caught doing something wrong, which they had. All of them except Marilla that is, who looked quite annoyed. My eyes traveled in the direction they were looking, to my left. I let out a sigh of relief and smiled at the old man who stood there. His hair was as white as mine, but with age instead. Every wrinkle on his familiar face was set into a deep frown. From first look he would seem to be as cruel as every other person I had encountered recently, but I knew better. This man was the one of the only two people I held dear on this station.

“What are you brats doing?” he asked, glaring knowingly at Marilla. She straightened herself up. Her lips bent slowly into that smile that told anyone who didn’t know her of artificial innocence.

“Nothing Doctor Jith, nothing at all. We were just playing nicely with Paleface here. Honestly.” She said in a voice that didn’t fit the girl that I knew her to truly be. I wrinkled my nose at her, scoffing at her lie. Her greenish eyes shot a distasteful look at me. Unfortunately for her--and thankfully the opposite for me--Dr. Jith also knew her well. He stepped forward, and to my amusement the whole group of girls took a step back.

“Get lost, the lot of ya.” He growled. The girls scattered around me obediently. Marilla bumped into me as she left, forcing me back against the wall once again. When they had all left, I sighed and walked over to the old man.

“Thank you Doctor Jith.” I said, smiling up at him. The wrinkles on his face shifted from the frown that they had originally been in into a kind, wide smile. This is the man that I know so well.

“No problem at all, Child. I’ll escort you back to your room so that trouble doesn’t come looking for you again.” He chuckled. Nodding and giggling, I obediently followed him.

We went under many cold bright lights on our way to my room. The light seemed much brighter than they actually were, but only because they bounced off the highly polished metallic walls. My eyes were squinted as we weaved our way through the many corridors. For their convenience they kept me on the same floor as all of the testing facilities.

After about five minutes of walking we finally came to a stop in front of one of many similar metal doors. I stepped forward quickly, anxious to get inside. I pressed my hand to a translucent black pad in the wall that was level with my head. A thin red line scanned my hand, first vertically, and then horizontally. After a short pause, the door that accompanied the scanner slid open silently. I walked into the room, my lungs filling up with the familiar clean smell that the room always held. Turning around on my heels, I looked back at Dr. Jith.

“Would you like to come in and stay a while, sir?” I said with a small bow, my hand extended toward the small lounging area in the center of the room. When I straightened up again, I smiled at him. He shook his head.

“I’m afraid not, Child. I must be going. Places to go, you know.” He chuckled. He gave a small foolish bow and began to back out of the room. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Yes sir! See you then.” I replied with a wave. The door slid shut behind him. Turning back into the room, I weaved my way through the plush chairs to the back right corner of the room where two beds were set up side by side. I slumped down on the rightmost bed and covered my head with the pillow.

I was in that position for a few minutes and about to doze off when the silence was disturbed by the annoying sound of the door sliding open yet again. I groaned and pulled the pillow tighter around my head as the door closed. I peeked out of a small part of the pillow, only to see the concerned pale green eyes of the only friend my age on this station that I had. I sat up, letting the pillow fall off of my head and stared back at her. I raised my eyebrow.

“Pherra, am I dying or something?” I asked. She raised her eyebrow as well. She sat down heavily on the bed next to mine, her bed. Her stringy brown hair bounced slightly as the bed springs resisted her weight.

“I overheard Marilla and her pathetic gang talking on my way here.” She said simply.

“Is that all? For a second there I thought that I really was dying.” I smirked. “What were they talking about?”

“Oh, they were talking about how that annoying ‘doctor’ got in the way of them beating the crap out of you. I take it that they actually surrounded you this time, huh Sis? I’m surprised.” Giggling came from both of our mouths, and it had progressed into loud laughter slowly. Pherra wasn’t actually my sister. It’s the name she gave me as soon as I had moved in with her soon after I arrived. She had lost her parents a while before that. Dr. Jith had suspected that we would become quick friends, and we did. We stopped our giggling after a while, as it had gotten boring. I looked at Pherra suspiciously.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?” I asked, grinning. Pherra put on the most innocent look she could muster up, but she couldn’t help grinning as well.

“Well…I gave my assignments to the professor in advance and told him I wouldn’t be coming today.” She said. I chuckled slightly and shook my head. Pherra went on, staring blankly up at the ceiling. “Or tomorrow…or the day after that…or even the day after that…” she rambled on. We both giggled.

“So that’s why you’ve been spending so much time on the computer lately?” I pointed my thumb towards one of the two computers sitting near the front of the room on two separate desks. She nodded and grinned.

“A baby could do the work I’m doing in that class.” She sighed. “It’s just not challenging enough.”

Pherra was the smartest person I knew on the station, with the exception of a few adults. She often corrected the professors if they said something false. It was always fun to be around her, and she wasn’t immature enough to share the same prejudices as everyone else our age. This is why we were such great friends. I smiled at her.

“You know, you’re going to be the smartest person in this place.” I stated. She grinned over at me.

“Are you kidding? I already am!” She laughed. I giggled and continued to smile at her. If I could have blushed, I probably would have. Fortunately my skin was pale all of the time, and never changed its color. This was an advantage for me.

“What time is it?” I asked, quickly adverting my eyes, which had begun to travel away from her face. She stopped giggling slowly, completely oblivious to anything else.

“It’s about time for dinner. I think I’ll go freshen up.” She responded, her voice holding a small quiver in it. With that, she stood up and headed into the bathroom.

I sighed, watching her walk away from me. Pherra always made me feel wonderful, but sometimes she stirred up feelings in me that I figured I shouldn’t have. I laid back down on my back, holding my stomach, which felt as if it had something living jumping around inside it. My eyes stared up at the cold gray ceiling. My mind had begun to wander yet again.

---

Pherra and I left for the cafeteria together. The nearest cafeteria was a few floors above our living quarters, so we had to wait for an elevator. We weren’t waiting alone for long, however. As we stood waiting, Marilla and her posse gathered behind us. Pherra and I looked at each other as they stood there, giggling and talking quietly. We simultaneously rolled our eyes and stepped onto the elevator as it opened up for us. The mob followed us in.

“Level fourteen.” I called out. The round elevator doors closed. The mechanism gave a small jolt, and I felt as if I were heavier than normal as we began to move upward. The interior was large enough that I couldn’t hear what Marilla was whispering to her clones. They all giggled at the same time, and would occasionally all look in our direction at the same time. Pherra leaned over towards me.

“They sound like those metal chairs being dragged across the floors in class when they laugh, don’t you think?” She whispered into my ear. I nodded and we both giggled, slightly louder than we had actually meant to. Marilla stopped talking and stared at us, her eyes squinted.

“Did you say something?” She asked, the whole group joining in on her peering. They looked very silly. Pherra and I smiled innocently and shook our heads. Marilla eyed us and went back to whispering to her followers. I grinned at Pherra.

“They look like those specimens we dissected in our science class the other day too.” I whispered back to her. Pherra squealed in disgust slightly, but then ended up joining me in laughter. Loud laughter. The rest of the girls had become completely silent, and were staring angrily at us. I was the first to stop laughing, and Pherra soon quieted down. I looked from girl to girl, and finally stopped on Marilla. She looked quite angry, and was glaring directly at me. I smiled at her. “Sorry. I’ll be quiet now.” I squeaked. The laughing had taken much of my breath away, and I was still letting out a small giggle every now and then. Marilla opened her mouth to say something, but the elevator had come to a sudden stop, and the door opened.

I took Pherra’s arm and pulled her out of the elevator before any of the girls had a chance to respond. I let go as soon as we stepped into the cafeteria. Pherra turned to me as we were getting our meals.

“You know, we’re going to have to watch our backs now. Who knows what they’ll try to do next.” She said, poking at the food that she got. “Gee…this doesn’t even look edible…”

“I know, but for now less talk and more eating. I’m hungry!”

“You’re always hungry…”

“So?”

---

Dinner went by without anything dramatic happening. I sat with Pherra and Dr. Jith and we talked about our classes and other experiments that were going on in the station. I didn’t know if Marilla had even stopped in to eat or not. Then again, I didn’t really care. After dinner, Pherra and I headed back to our quarters. We had expected Marilla to jump out behind a corner and do something to us, though we didn’t know what. But nothing happened. We arrived back in our room safely.

“Maybe they won’t do anything?” Pherra sighed. I could tell she knew that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah right. They’ll do something. I know they will. The question is what.” I said with a small growl as I crawled into bed. The bed was especially inviting after today. “I guess we just have to wait. Goodnight Pherra.”

“G’night Sis.”

---

Ever since I can remember I’ve had this same dream every night. This dream always leaves me awake, confused, and sad. Tonight is like every night before this. I’m always watching from the outside, conscious of it being only a dream. But it seems so familiar, like I’ve lived it before. I know I couldn’t have, though. But this place…It’s like I know it by heart. Every plant, every creature, and every rock. Maybe it’s just because I’ve had this dream so many times.

There’s the white dragon. It’s always picked on by the others. By everyone except for one other dragon. This is where a bigger dragon will claw at the white dragon. The white dragon will cry and a smaller dragon, the white dragons’ only friend, will comfort it. I know how the white dragon feels. My life is exactly the same. Sometimes I feel that this pale dragon and I share something in common. We’re both outcasts. The smaller dragon is like Pherra. My only friend.

This is where the white dragon fights back. That’s the only thing we have that isn’t in common, my friend. You can fight back. I’m forced to respect those who treat me horribly. You can defend yourself. I can’t. I envy you, even though you go through the same things I do. They hate you like they hate me. But you can change that. You can force them to respect you. I’ll never have respect.

I feel as if I know you, my pale soul mate. But how? If what the doctors say is true, I can’t know you. I wish I could fight back. I need to get away from this place. But I can’t leave. A person can only take so much abuse.

How much can I take?

---

I opened my eyes, staring into the darkness. I was lying on my side, facing Pherra. My pillow was soaked with my tears. I sighed, sitting up and rubbing my wet eyes. I turned my pillow over and straightened it out. I looked over at Pherra’s bed. Her green eyes were wide open, glowing slightly and staring at me in concern. Ashamed, I laid down again, turning over so my back was facing her. I curled up, hugging my knees, and drifted back into an uneasy sleep.

---

When I woke the next morning, Pherra wasn’t around. I figured she went off to breakfast without me. Not really a big deal, since I’m never really hungry in the morning. I usually eat too much the night before. I sat up and yawned deeply, my hands reaching for the ceiling as I stretched. I stood up on my uncertain feet, having to balance a little bit.

After I had freshened up and changed into my normal pale blue pants and shirt, I stepped out of the room just as Pherra came jogging up towards me. I raised an eyebrow at her.

“What’s going on?” I asked. Pherra grabbed my arm and began to drag me towards the elevator.

“Some outsiders are here! I was surprised that they were allowed in at first. They must have something important business.” She replied between breaths. She didn’t have to drag me along anymore, I was running just as fast as she was. It was definitely strange when outsiders came to visit the station. Normally everyone on the station was prejudice to anyone who didn’t look as they did. Which is why they didn’t like me. They would only allow others to enter when there was something important about to take place. “If we hurry we may be able to catch a glimpse of them.”

It took us a couple minutes to get to the main level of the station. There was a crowd of people around the room they used to hold meetings in. The room was surrounded in glass, so everyone could see in. Everyone who wasn’t short, that is. Since Pherra and I were so short, we couldn’t look into the room from where we stood. And it was so packed around the room that there was no way we squeeze our way through to the front. Finding it a hopeless cause, we both gave up and made our way back to our quarters.

“You know, everyone on the station must be trying to look at the outsiders. It’s so empty.” Pherra noted. We were halfway back to room. The halls were indeed empty. It seemed even bigger than normal, and lonelier than usual. I cleared my throat. My arms crossed nervously. Pherra looked at me curiously. “What is it?”

“We’re not alone.” I said in a low voice, keeping my normal pace. “Someone’s following us.” I peeked behind us quickly, though there was nothing there. Pherra looked back also.

“Are you sure?” She asked quietly. I nodded. She frowned at me and looked forward, keeping her voice low in case I was right. “How can you tell?”

“I don’t know…” My voice quivered slightly. I wasn’t used to this feeling. “…I just can.”

“Well…they’re doing a hell of a job to keep themselves from being seen. Are you okay?” By now she grabbed my arm and forced me to slow down, even though I wanted to keep going. I looked up at Pherra, frowning. I leaned against the cold metal wall of the hall.

“I’m fine…but…” My eyes shifted about me cautiously. “I feel angry. But I’m not angry at all. It’s as if I’m feeling all of these horrible emotions that don’t belong to me.”

“Let’s get back to the room. Maybe you need some more rest.” She said, trying to pull me along. I didn’t move at her pulling. My eyes were focused behind us. Where there had once been no one, now stood someone. Pherra followed my gaze. “Marilla…” She said in an annoyed voice. “What do you want?”

Marilla stepped forward. Her eyes were fixated on me, and she looked insane. She was alone from what I could see. I could tell immediately that it was her anger, and all of her other ill emotions that I was feeling. I didn’t know if she even realized that Pherra was standing next to me. I open my mouth to speak to her, but she interrupted me.

“Paleface…” She said in a raspy voice. I frowned at her. Something wasn’t right, it was as if she wasn’t herself. “Paleface…” she continued. “…I mean to finish what I wanted to start yesterday. All of the other girls are weak. They don’t want to see you writhing in pain like I do.”

If I could have gone even paler than I already was, I would have. My eyes shifted over to Pherra, who looked about as white as I normally was. But Pherra wasn’t the type of person to let someone she cared about be injured, so I knew she was going to say something. And she did.

“Marilla, leave her alone.” Pherra said in a calm voice, stepping in front of me. Marilla fixed her wild gaze on Pherra. She looked like an untamed animal.

“If I have to get through you, I will. I won’t bother to hesitate.” She growled. My stomach churned uneasily. The though of her hurting my best friend angered me.

“Don’t you dare touch Pherra.” I stated, keeping my voice low. Marilla laughed at me. I could see Pherra’s body shudder from the laugh.

“Or what, Paleface? You can’t do anything to me. You’ll be punished.” She noted, her nose held high.

“I won’t, though.” Pherra said. Marilla raised an eyebrow at her.

“You want to do something, you weak girl? There’s nothing you can do. But if you want to try, go ahead.” Marilla crossed her arms and waited.

“Pherra…don’t…” I whispered. Pherra looked back at me. I continued. “Let’s just get back to the room. She’s not worth it.”

“She has to be stopped. If she isn’t, she’ll just keep on picking on you.”

“But…”

“Listen Sis, just stand back and let me handle this.” Pherra turned around again. Before I could protest any further, she lunged forward at Marilla. Marilla was ready though. Before my eyes she ducked and threw her hand out at Pherra’s mid-torso before she even had time to react. Pherra was soon on her knees, holding her stomach and coughing. I watched everything in slow motion as Marilla raised her leg and slammed her foot into Pherra’s side multiple times.

Everyone has their breaking point. This was mine.

“Stop it…” I growled. I felt angrier than I had ever felt before. Something came over me, though I didn’t know what at the time. The next thing I remembered was standing in front of Marilla, pinning her to the wall with one hand around her throat, and the other raised above her head, clenched. Her eyes were wide, and all of the blood had left her face. I heard myself talking before I even knew what I was saying. “You have just made the biggest mistake in your life.” I said.

I thought I could hear Pherra, but she seemed far away. I turned my head to the left, and was staring directly into Pherra’s eyes. She looked shocked and scared. I blinked and stared at her for a long time, trying to comprehend what she was saying. It finally got to me after a while.

“Sis! Sis let go! Let go!” She whimpered as quietly as she could, tugging at the arm that was holding Marilla to the wall. I was confused, and I looked back at Marilla. I realized then that Marilla seemed much taller than usual. I looked down and saw that her feet were no longer on the ground. This confused me even more.

Suddenly a strange scent filled my nose. The scent made me sick, because I knew what it was. It was coming from the red liquid that was trickling down my arm. I stared at the hand that I held around Marilla’s throat with rapid fright rising in my stomach. I immediately dropped Marilla, and she fell to the floor in a large limp heap. I stared down at her, breathing heavily, and then I looked at my blood-soaked hand. My nails were much longer than I remembered them, at least an inch and a half now. I looked back down at Marilla, at her neck this time. There were four visible puncture wounds that were bleeding, and I knew there was a fifth on the other side of her neck. The hair on her head was also singed where my free hand had been near. My eyes traveled up a streak of blood that stopped at the very place I had held her.

I looked at Pherra, who looked exactly how I felt; scared, shocked, confused, and worried. She was tugging on my arm.

“Sis! Let’s go. We have to get out of here before someone sees. Come on!” Her voice was desperate, and I followed her distractedly. We ran all the way back to our room, and luckily didn’t encounter any more people. I had to keep my arm wrapped in my shirt to keep from dripping onto the floor. As soon as we got back Pherra was the one who opened the door. First thing I did was stumble into the bathroom and sit in the shower. It was the only place that seemed safe at the moment. I started the shower, and made it run only cold water. I shivered there as I remained curled up at the bottom of the shower, rocking back and forth. I jumped when I felt a hand on my head, and I stared up at Pherra.

“Wha…what happened?” I found it hard to speak. Pherra was trying to find the words, and knelt down in front of me. Her voice trembled as she spoke, causing her to stutter.

“Sh…she w-was kicking me…and you…and…you…” Her voice trailed off. I looked down. The water was streaked red as it fell into the drain. Pherra began to ramble, and her eyes went slightly vacant. “Your eyes…they were totally black. I had never seen anything as black as them. You looked really pissed. I had no idea you were so strong. You lifted her right…”

“Pherra…”

“And your nails look like they grew. But how could…”

“Pherra.”

“I was so scared at first. I guess I still am scared. It all happened so…”

“Pherra.”

“And your other hand, it looked like you had fire coming out of it. But there’s no way--”

“Pherra!” I had to raise my voice quite a bit to get her to listen to me. She stared at me, slightly shocked and dazed. I was beginning to get sick. “G-go find Doctor Jith. But change first. Tell him to come here immediately. Tell him--” Right at that moment the alarms had gone off, causing both Pherra and I to jump. They had found Marilla. I looked back at Pherra, frowning. “Tell him something horrible has happened.”

With that…everything that had happened, along with the loud sirens going off around my head…had pushed me over the edge. I crawled past Pherra, and threw up in the toilet.

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End for now. More is written, but it goes nowhere as of yet.

-edit- I spent all of that time adding spaces for indents, only to find that they don't show up. Bah! This adds to how difficult it is to read.

Damn thats too long how can you write somthing that big its the bigest post I ever seen dang how can anyone spend that much time on somthing and like stay with it I would not do that takes too long. I did read it though its pretty good.

Jesus, man. Use periods a bit more often, please?

umm... its called the literature forum.. Obviously it is a piece of literature, not just some post.