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Violet
My name is not really important; sure I was born with one. No one ever called me that, not even my parents or teachers. My parents called me kid, or daughter. The teachers called me green eyes, why? I'll never know. The students just gave me horrible, stupid insulting names. My brother never said my name nor called me anything, if he did it was sis. This is a story of an unimportant, stupid 15 year old, the story of a girl with no name, the story of your plain ordinary human. This is my story.
I've always wanted to be special, and then those mutants started to show up on the news, then in our city, then in my school, and finally in my home. My brother started to grow gills. At first it was almost unnoticeable, thin lines on his necks. My parents didn't notice, they seldom are home anyway. Ironically this was a week after our parents had pulled us out of our school because numerous of the students were confirmed mutants. So are parents sent my brother and I to a prestige private school. I hated it there, the other kids were brats and we were poor compared to them. These other teenagers had cars, summer homes, butlers, cooks and they were only 15 years old. They couldn't even drive yet! So mommy and daddy bought them a chauffeur. I was alone; I fell into a pit of depression. Mostly I lost sleep, and my fellow classmates nicknamed me raccoon. My eyes had black rings around them and this caused my bright green eyes to shine out more. I was known as that creepy racoon kid. I tried to hang with brother but he was usually hiding in the bathroom or empty classroom. He had become edgy and developed a hidden and suspicious nature, we both had it bad. This is when I noticed that Nicholas, my brother, started to wear turtle necked shirts and scarves. Finally I realized something was wrong with him when we got home from school one day.
The same white door greeted us once we came up to our house. I dug my hand into my plain average school bag. I had to get out of this idiotic kilt and head to work.
"Shit!" I exclaimed rummaging through my bag and bringing my hand out empty handed. I look around the house and see my brother walking up the pathway his head hanging low. His shaggy dark brown hair hung in his eyes. He wore a grey scarf around his neck and his eyes came out to look at me. This was the first time I had noticed, his once black eyes were fading and were now a gray colour. This was also my first indication to me something was wrong. God, I was an idiot. I was so caught up in y life I failed to see something was wrong with my brother. And this would cause me to lose my brother.
"Nick, what's up with your eyes? I asked curiously, turning to face him.
He brushed his hair into his face and twisted his face away from me, "Nothing sis, just open the door."
I opened my moth to argue, but I knew I had to get to work and he wouldn't tell me anything. "I forgot my key on my desk; give me a boost to that window. Mother always leaves it opened," I tell him putting in the back of my mind my brothers changing eye colour.
He nods and puts his hands out. I jump onto them from a running start and catch the ledge that was about 3 feet above my head. I've always been good at gymnastics; I've taken it for 12 years. Also I've taken karate, only 2 years though; I didn't like the fighting style. I pull myself onto the thin ledge and try to slide the window open. I see through the window our family room, warm and cosy looking. But to me, it will always look like a prison, keeping me away from the world. I look down at my hand still trying to push open the window. It was locked.
I yell down, "It's locked!" turning back to the window, I tell myself, "I'm going to be late!" I lower myself to a hanging position on the ledge. I swing myself off the ledge, because Nicholas was standing directly below me, I swing forward, and this was a deadly mistake.
I miscalculated. A stupid miscalculation causes me to lose the only friend I ever had. My swinging threw me right through the living room window that was below the room I was trying to get through. I scream, loud and terrible as the window gives into my weight and shatters. I land on the ground, no time to put up my arms. No glass pieces entered my eyes, thank god. The rest of me wasn't that lucky though.
I gasp for air, screaming had been my first mistake glass entered my mouth and scraped up my throat before I coughed them up painfully. My mouth was bleeding furiously, and some glass entered my lungs, I was coughing up blood. My face was cut up tiny marks all over it, it stung like hell. My fingers were red with blood, a red haze had taken my gaze but I shook it away, painfully. My arm was broken and I dragged it up and looked down on my legs. A huge piece of glass had taken residence in my left leg. It was the size of a laptop, and red blood trickled from the sides. I grabbed the glass and yanked it out. Bad idea. Blood began pouring out of my leg and I start to feel dizzy and light headed. I try to hold onto my leg and stop the blood flow. It's not helping.
"Nick," I gasp my voice is weak. He is already at my side however, holding onto my shoulders.
"Sis, you're going to be ok," he tries to comfort me.
"N-no, t-t-to much b-bll-blood," I state blood dripping out of the sides of my mouth, I point indicating to my bleeding leg.
He looked down, his face pale from the sight of all my blood. He quickly unbuttoned his white shirt wrapping my leg and putting pressure on the wound. The blood seeped out still but less.
"Gi-give scarf, y-you c-ca-call hospa-ati-il," I managed to slur, grabbing at his precious scarf.
He yanked away and away from me, unsure at what to do. He looked at me; I was in pain, and dying. Maybe it was my eyes that did it, maybe something else. My green eyes dulled and warped by fear and pain. My eyes, rimmed by a dark shadow, brought out by the red on my face. Reluctantly he unwrapped the grey long scarf from around his neck. The sight made my eyes open in surprise.
On his neck were three lines, cuts. The opened every time he breathed. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Truth be told I was jealous, like I said before I've always wanted to be special. I wanted to be a mutant. Throw fire, read minds, I would even settle for being able to predict the future. Anything. Even if that meant turning into a fish, I would still love it. I hated the mutants that hated their mutation. It wasn't fair. I hated the people who hated mutants, they were better than us in every way. When the time came, us humans would be the ones to die out.
So here I was starring at my brother's neck as I was dripping all the blood in my body onto the floor.
"Take it!" he screamed at me, fury in his eyes, "I'm a freak, big deal." Tears welled up in his eyes; the scarf was quickly tied around my leg, stopping the blood flow. I was still in shock. He walked away and grabbed a telephone. I faded to black, finally, from lack of blood.
That was the last time I saw him.
