Prologue
Demi God ahoy, Captain! There comes a time in thirteen year old's life where he looks in the mirror and he knows what kind of person he is. For me, unfortunately, that time hasn't happened yet. For some reason I've always been a little different when it came to interacting with people. Your first thought might be "oh well golly gee, this kid probably has ADHD or dyslexia…. Or both HA! What a freak." Nope. I wish I had those problems. What I have is making me want to split my emotions in seven different ways. I mimic other people's personalities to fit in, but some people have horrific personalities and yet I still mirror them. My mind just goes into auto-pilot and away I go destroying friendships and siding with the bullies. I lived in a small town in British-Columbia, Canada called Kamloops (sounds like a breakfast cereal, I know). I never escaped all those betrayed faces, as a small town you never really could avoid anyone. The pain I caused for so many people keeps me up at night, I'll never forgive myself. As my personality was constantly changing, my house was a safe zone where I couldn't hurt anybody. My two parents were extremely nice people, along with my two brothers. In that house I was just me or at least I just tried sticking to one personality that suited me. Well I should probably notify you that those aren't my real parents and those aren't my real brothers. Alright boys and girls, here's when everything got freaky. Like Michael Jackson's "Thriller" music video freaky. Like shaved cat freaky. Like… ok you get the point it got FREAKY. Oh ya. Name's Lane Jansen or at least I thought it was.
CH.1 Freaky
As I returned from yet another day of eighth grade, the only thing that going through my mind (besides delicious cream puffs) was how I could have defended so many helpless kids from bullies. But as usual, I got somewhat disoriented and just stood back and watched. This happens every time, I can't explain it. My personality has personalities, if that even makes sense. I can't control them. Needing to cool off, I stormed downstairs to my bedroom, which was right beside the basement bathroom. I threw my backpack on the bed, splashed my face with ice cold water in the bathroom. I looked up and studied the face I have come to hate. Short light brown hair (that changes to a dirty blonde in the summer), matching the light brown eyes, large angular nose, large curvy lips and a strong jaw line.
"Jansen, you got the looks, but not the friends," I muttered. "True friends that is."
Hours went by and I found myself fast asleep. The funny thing about dreams is that in most cases you know you're dreaming. Let's just say the dream I was having was a tad bit different. I was in the middle of nowhere standing on a train track with a slight breeze running through my hair.
Wait, what? I could feel that. I thought to myself. Am I sleep walking or something because I can literally feel the wind on my skin, the sun on my face, the train tracks vibrating, the wh…wait. I look down and the bloody tracks are shaking! But when I looked both ways there wasn't a train in sight. I hear a faint sound coming off the tracks. Like the sound a train makes when its braking. I slowly put my ear to the metal tracks and the closer I got the more it didn't sound like a train braking. I heard screaming, like the blood curdling type and strangely animalistic sounding. It grew louder and louder the closer I got. I looked up just in time to see the headlight of this train. Everything went dark. All I was thinking was that when I wake up from this disturbing dream, I'm most likely going to be covered in a pile of my own pee.
"EAST, HECTER! East." A voice boomed from the dark.
Silence. The scene flashes to me lying in my bed, (no pee thankfully) but I was looking down at myself in third person. Cuts start forming an acronym of some kind on my forehead. It looked familiar.
CPR
Don't get me wrong, watching this is pretty nauseating and would completely damage you emotionally. But this was totally the scene from that harry potter movie where that witch lady was making the students use a magic quill to burn words on their skin. Just saying. I watch a lot of movies.
I woke up in the middle of the night and rushed to the mirror. There was nothing where the mark should have been. I remembered what the acronym stood for, 'Canadian Pacific Railway' and it totally made sense considering the dream I just had with the train. What about that weird voice in the dream too? It sounded synchronized, almost like there were two people saying the same thing at once. At that moment, I felt the strangest feeling. It was like I was in the middle of very humid cloud and all of a sudden it just dissipated around me. I knew right then and there I was just…me. No multiple personalities, just one. I've never experienced this before, I don't know what kind of person I am. But do know one thing.
"I need to catch a train eastbound." I said to myself
The desire that drove me was powerful and unexplainable. I had to leave this life behind, bury it and run. So I packed some extra clothes, food, handful of cash and hopped out my bedroom window into the cold rainy night.