Dreamer
A/N: Ok guys, my second fanfic ever, so please be nice!! I do not own anyone except for Kelsey and any other characters you don't recognise, ok? Cool!
Chapter 1: Prologue…
Orange and red splashes of vibrant colour melt into a soft purple into the sky… no stormy grey clouds threaten to overtake the sight tonight as they do most nights now… I sigh, looking out across the sunset as I flick my fire fringe out of my sea eyes. This is my favourite part of the day, in between the brinks of day and night, while all the younger children are on the edge of sleep, and the older ones are with Isaac… this is when I can just be me.
Me. What a simple way to describe myself… "Jana Kari, 17 years old, blue-green eyes like the sea and red-blonde hair like fire… and a child of the corn. Perfect," is what Isaac always says. Yeah, I know – standing at 5ft 1 I don't look like much, but hey, people know I pack quite a punch for a small girl – and that's what Malachi doesn't like about me.
I guess Malachi and I never really got on – I mean, he was always with his "bad boy" group and I was always the English exchange student who got onto the cheerleading squad instead of his sister. That's probably what started us off in a bad way. Then, he got pushed into trying out for the school musical by his mum; she was a really good singer… I auditioned anyway because I love acting – but I only wanted an acting part, I never really considered myself as much of a singer… well, you had to do a joint audition, apparently a boy and girl together. I just figured I'd pair up with one of my friends – Holly, maybe – but they thought it would be a hilarious idea to tell me that you had to audition with a guy. Jeez, I searched high and low for a guy to sing with, but hardly any were into that, you know? So, basically, Malachi and I were forced to audition together. Ha. Two weeks of practising together until the audition – well, you can imagine… the grief we gave each other… So, when we finally got to the audition, surprise surprise, look who got the lead parts: Malachi and me. Oh, joy. Another three months of rehearsals together, and a climactic kiss at the end. Oh, god… You can imagine our disbelief… and disgust. Needless to say, this did not help our growing mutiny, either. Any attempt I had about making peace with the jerk flew right out the window as the weeks turned into months; time progressed, and so on. It's funny; the girls would fall over each other to please Malachi in hopes of getting date – and he was an arrogant arse even then. Likewise, however, the jocks and other guys at school were always hitting on me, only I wasn't ever an arrogant prick… no, honestly, you could have asked anyone at that school: I wasn't so popular because of looks – I was always willing to help people, stand up to bullies, always up for a laugh, etc. But the fact still stands; for both of us, most members of the opposite sex were into us and both us were urgh very alike in certain ways. Therefore, theoretically, we should have been a perfect match – everyone thought so and, although I loath to admit it, he is very handsome. However, we could not have disliked each other more without turning to hate – a very strong word which should be exercised, in my opinion, with extreme caution.
Of course, that very strong dislike did soon turn to hate when Isaac arrived. I'm not going to go into detail here, I'm sure you know the story already from the thousands of times before – but when Isaac told everyone that it was "His" will for them to do away with all the adults in the town, I took a stand. I told everyone that this concept was ridiculous and that stupid little charade had gone on long enough. Whereas Isaac merely found this amusing, everyone else was shocked and Malachi had a knife out in seconds… I can still remember the way that steel blade pressed tightly against my throat as the coldness of the knife reflected in Malachi's eyes… I think that was the start of it all – not the mutiny, but the hate. The mutiny had just set the foundation for something worse to take root. I had gone against everything Malachi perceived as holy, good and right and now he hated me for it – he still does, of that I am sure. I am not sure of a lot of things – whether I will live beyond my nineteenth birthday – the "age of favour", whether I will ever escape… or whether or not I will ever be able to kill Isaac. Weird, that. The thought of killing other people still makes me feel like killing myself first, even after everything that has happened – but the thought of Isaac's blood staining the short blade held tight in my hand makes me feel as though I have done the best thing I could ever possibly do.
Isaac had me locked up that day, while the killings were going on. I could hear the screams, so loud and piercing and heart wrenching – but the only thing that killed me inside more was the knowledge that I was powerless to stop it. To this day, I wish, oh I wish oh so badly that I could turn back time and pretend I was all for it, then stop them as they start… But wishing is no good. One whole year I spent, wishing. Wishing only takes up what precious time there is to act… and act I will. Only no longer do I act upon the stage – no, I act now during my daily life. I go around, letting everyone think that I am one of them – but I'm not. I will never be one of them, ever. And they can think that, because that is what I want them to think. Because, as they go about, unaware, I bide my time and think of plans to escape. Each one is better than the last, and soon I know I will hit the nail on the head. Soon, I will come up with the perfect plan – and soon… Isaac will fall.
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Kitty Kelsey!!
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