The Eye of The Storm
Prologue:
Forks
They say the eye of the cyclone is the calmest.
I'm anywhere but the eye of the storm right now. Something about this place, Forks, seems off. I know it definitely has nothing to do with the fact it's named after an eating utensil. Apparently, my aunt works as a nurse here. Her name is Amelia. She's only five years older then me but is my only living relative. She's always been more of a friend then an aunt. I spent days back in Illinois listening to her blabber on about some hot doctor. Who, according to her, "is absolutely gorgeous. If he wasn't married, I'd totally pursue him". Basically a very nice way of saying she wants him. She wants him bad. I don't need to be a mind reader to figure that out.
Oh, who am I?
Simply put, my name is Valentyne Faeth Lexington. Blame the drugs. Anyway, three weeks ago, I was named the only survivor of a six car pile up. Yep, in Chicago, Illinois. I was technically dead for a little over three minutes. The doctors were surprised I was able to come back normal.
I'm anything but normal now.
The doctors didn't have to tell me they were worried. I could hear it. All around me. The voices of every patient, doctor, nurse, resident, visitor and student in that hospital swirled around in my head. I can't even touch someone now without finding out their whole history. Without getting a little bit of their future. It seems it's easier to just stay away. To cover myself up so much, that no one can come into contact with any bare skin. It works no matter where they touch me. I hate being touched.
And that scares me...
I've never shied away from anyone's touch before. Now, I find myself shrinking away from everyone... everything. I can't touch someone, I can't go anywhere without my Ipod on full blast. It's the only way I can drown out the noise.
Now, I'm going to a new place. Where no one knows I'm the survivor of anything. Where no one knows how social I used to be. Where no one knows me.
And for some reason, that doesn't scare me at all.
Author's Note:
About the name:
Yes, that is how I want to spell her name. I thought it would be nice to have variation, albeit a small one, from the norm.
The Powers:
Mindreading: It will serve it's purpose when she can fully use her mind powers. No, I did not add it because Edward is a mindreader.
The Touch Thing That Does Not Yet Have A Name: Um... yeah. I don't know what to name this at all. Any suggestions? Anywho, It will also serve a purpose later on in the plotline here.
The Playlist:
Will probably be posted on my profile or at the author's notes of each chapter considering she will be paying a considerable amount of her time listening to her music on her ipod.
The Update:
Shall becoming along soon dearies, honest. Even this prologue inspired me right now.
