Deja Andrew

by Randompuppeteer

All Deja wanted was to be normal, and for her first 16 years, she was. That is, until she and her sister change schools and her whole life comes crashing down around her ears. She is The Voice.

I saw it in a dream.

I saw a young girl, perhaps sixteen and heavily pregnant, running from a masked man.

"They are The Assist and The Voice!" the man shouts. "Stop, or their powers will kill them!"

The girl only runs harder.

I want to help, but my feet are frozen to the ground, and my voice is stuck in my throat. The man catches up to the girl, and she starts sobbing.

"You're insane!" the girl screams. "They're nothing special, they're just my daughters!"

"They are The Assist and The Voice," the man says, and for the first time, I see the woman's face.

It's my mother.