This is a completely fictional story, and is all of my making, but the category is my only choice. I apologize for the confusion that may cause. Thank you for reading, and again this story is of my own making, so please do not steal.

Prologue

London, England

March 15, 1963

That day…Time just seemed to stop. For me, the world just seemed to pause, losing all meaning in everything as I stood there. Standing on the sidewalk, on the somewhat infamous Maiden Lane, watching the unspeakable happen…Watching, but never doing anything about anything going on was just how I was. No one would ever come to understand why I just stood there, but I couldn't do anything. Nothing. I could only stand there and watch. Watch the woman, my mother, be killed, and not at all realize what I'd just had a part in. What had I just done to her? A plausible question, one it took me many years to answer, but much longer to understand how.

Just a normal day, mother and I were on our way to the grocery store to buy a few things, like every week, but that had been different. I'd previously been engaged to a man, typical really, and he'd broken it off with me that previous Monday over a silly rumor. The rumor stated that I'd been going around with other men and sleep with them, before our wedding night. I mean, who really believes in silly rumors spread by old hags who have nothing better to do than to ruin young peoples' lives? Regardless, I couldn't believe he could do such a thing to me, but I let it drop, as only a proper girl can do. Mother had always taught me to keep my petty problems to myself, which I always did. Tuesday came around, which is our tea day, and all I really wanted to do was stay at home, to do nothing for a change. It would have to be either storming horridly or someone had to have died, both reasonable reasons to all the ladies of the group for tea to be cancelled. So, I thought it over, which would be better to the girls, and which would be more likely to happen. Both would be grand, but I could hardly hope for a horrid thunderstorm and a murder all in one day. Sorry to say, no, that isn't the event that coming Friday, but it was a very strange day for me and the girls of the tea group.

As I readied myself for tea that day, I daydreamed that it would story a horrid storm that would cause our street's bus to crash, killing all the passengers. It was a horrid though for me to think, but it was what fit my need for tea to be cancelled. Finally ready in my tea time best, I just with glee, once I'd entered the main hall, and watched the horrid storm outside continue to roar. Joyously, I skipped back up to my room, after mother announced to me that tea was cancelled, and I proceeded to go back to practicing my piano music wringing, a hobby I picked up from my ex-fiancé, who is a professional pianist for public locations and inns all over the world.

"Janine Elizabeth?! Have you finished your chores? What are you doing up in that God forsaken room in the middle of the day? You should be down here doing your chores and being alive, not moping in your room all day!" I heard my mother, Abigail Dwellers, yell up from the staircase, as she always seems to be doing. Often she's angry with me over things she doesn't seem to understand about me, but at times it feels as if there is more to it than that. I've never asked, and I don't plan to question her, not when I know the punishment for questioning her.

"Yes, mother! I'll be right down," I called back to my mother in the most polite way I could, but that was all she needed. Hearing her resounding footsteps into the kitchen let me know she had something to talk to me about and that she wouldn't wait patiently for long. Practically running down the stairs, I breathed slowly to calm my breathing as I slowed to a walk at the hallway to the kitchen. Entering, ignoring my mother as she looked up at me, and just took my not offered seat across from her. Without looking at her, as I shouldn't do, I poured myself some tea, and I waited calmly to hear what she wanted to tell me about.

"As you were locked up in your room, doing God knows what, I'm sure you didn't hear of the tragedy that has befallen our peaceful street, have you?" she questioned in her angry all knowing manner that she always seemed to use when she was upset with my manners, but game me no time to respond before she went on. "No, I'm sure you haven't heard any news since I told you of tea's cancellation. Well, Janine, thanks to this God forsaken storm, a bus full of people crashed into the side of the old abandoned church, just outside of town, killing them all. Such a sad, sad tragedy indeed," she spoke in such a sickeningly sweet, sad manner, so fake that it was hard to think of it as anything else, and my only response for the moment was to nod respectively. I was not one to disobey the rules that my mother so strictly sets for me, but I'm also one to have very disrespectful thoughts because I'm just so internal.

"Yes, Mother, it is very sad. Please, excuse me, I'd like to go play a hymn from the bible in their memory," I lied, as I do at time, and with her nod of approval, I walked confusedly up the stairs to my room. There was no reasonable reason for me to think that this event had anything do with what I'd daydreamed up this morning, but it was really very scary how perfectly the same the two were. "How could I daydream of something was going to happen so perfectly. It is surely a coincidence," I mumbled to myself in slight shock of where this could all be taken if anyone else knew what exactly had happened that day, but I shook it off, shoved it to the back of my mind, and went back to my joyful music making. I didn't see a point at the time to trying to figure it all out, and I just wanted to be happy again.

Wednesday and Thursday were a blur of sad times, but that was merely because mother thought it only right that we both go to every funeral, every single one. Two days of nonstop black dresses, crying, tissues, and death, all to the point that I started to wonder what would happen if I daydreamed something else happening. Thursday, through all the funerals of people I knew nothing about, I thought about the possibility of my daydreaming being something more. Thought so much that I came to the point that I wondered if I could make things happen, but I thought better than to hope for something so great. Not from me, that was a dream for a silly little girl, not a woman who had to make a future for herself. Never again would I be the silly little dreamer who believed, whole heartedly, that daddy would make her dreams come true.

During the last funeral Thursday, late that night, I daydreamed about how my mother would react if the table, with all the guests' best food suddenly just fell in one itself, destroying all the food. I pictured it, much like I had that morning, but this time I felt the underlying fear of it really happening. I worried that someone would point the finger at me, and I was frightened of being considered a freak. So, by the time we went home, I'd assured myself that it was impossible that I could do something like I'd thought, and I'd made myself it was all just a crazy coincidence. Not only had I made myself that it was impossible for anyone to do something like I'd thought I had, I made my mind revert to my normal, everyday thoughts; what to war, hot to please mother, and stuff like that. Mother thought nothing of my sad mood, because of all the death around, and I thought nothing of how I couldn't brighten my own mood. It was just something I thought nothing of, but most things have a reason for happening, like this. My problem was that I refused to believe it, and I pretended everything was the same.

Friday, as I said, was a normal day for mother and me, and we just went to the small market place for our groceries. Nothing out of the ordinary, but we were never like in those little fantasy books, just a normal little family of a mother and daughter. That day, was strange, I was still depressed about all the funerals, and mother was trying to brighten my mood by buying me all my favorite foods. Not that I hated her for trying to help me, I just hate how she tries to help, and I hate how she is so pushy with her helpfulness.

"I bet you'd love some of those little chocolates, though they are horrid for you and you've eaten plenty, haven't you? Do you really need more?" she's asked in that annoying tone that said she would give me what I wanted, but only if I wanted her to gripe at me for eating them, getting fatter. I would shake my head no as usual, and her words would make me angrier as she poked fun at my eating habits. Her words only enraged me further; it only took me a few moments of her repeated offering, taunting, and comforting to make me think of ways to do away with her. I was very angry, that much was obvious by my cold demeanor, and she only seemed to get worse. My main daydream this time, the most painful, was for her to get attacked by a dog, but I don't know how or why a dog would attack my mother. She doesn't smell or look like anything they'd want to eat, and I didn't give this idea too many details, just that it would attack and kill her, painfully.

Walking out of the story, daintily walking, towards our car, with the man pushing out our things in a cart, to put it all away and leave. That's when it happened. Standing by the man, as he pushed the cart, I stopped by the sidewalk, Maiden Lane, and I watched mother walk. She walked to almost half way to the car, but that's as far as she got. Standing there, I watched it happen, but all I could feel was cold shock. The dog was attacking her, she was screaming, and I could do nothing more than watch it happen. It was mind blowing, really, how I could just stand by and do nothing, as a rabid looking animal attacked my mother. My mind was an utter mess of thoughts, broken reasons, and just random images of things I didn't recognize. People speak of a time when all they know is broken, everything that just is, no longer makes sense or seems right, and they just feel their lives caving in around them. My moment of crushing knowledge was then, as I watched her being ripped apart, piece by piece, but I couldn't think of that the time. Things didn't suddenly fall into place as books lead people to believe, and I didn't get a little light bulb above my head going on, as I said "Ah! Now I know the truth!" that didn't happen. No, there was a few hours, the time it took someone to get the cops to finally come and stop the dog, that I just stood there, and I tried to make sense of my jumbled world.

"Excuse me, miss? Did you know that woman? It was just horrid what happened, but dogs will be dogs. Bet nobody was feeding the poor mongrel," the man, I didn't recognize, explained and rested his hands upon my shoulders. Shaking my head, I took a step back, knocking his hands away, but just kept my eyes on what was left of my mother. Slowly shaking my head no I just kept taking steps back, and I couldn't understand what was going through my own mind. How could I let her die? Why did it happen like this? How did I do it? What do I do now? I thought thoughts such as that rapidly, but I came to a few conclusions rather quickly. Though facts didn't seem the word at the time, it seemed almost like they just were, and the thoughts as follows:

1. I'd just killed my mother somehow

2. There was a power within me

3. I had no control over that amazingly/terrifying power

4. No one could know about it

5. I could trust no one anymore

6. Nothing I've ever been told could be true

7. Was my father dead or not?

8. Was Abigail my mother?

9. Were there others like me?

10. And I had to get away from the mess I'd created

Still shaking my head, I finally noted the fact that tears were trailing rapidly down my cheeks, and I just looked up at the man who'd previously spoken. The man was Royce, the butcher, and he was one of the few people in town who actually thought me to be more than a little girl who could do nothing. Not surprisingly enough, he didn't know Abigail, my mother.

"No, I was just on my way out of town, but I wanted to stop to make sure someone took care of this. I-I've got to go now. Such a horrid thing that happened here, just horrid," I spoke rapidly, not quite understanding what I was saying myself, but I just turned on my heels, readily to walk right out of town. I was going to stop at my house to pack essentials, and that's when I saw the hooded figure across the road. Sure, people in London, England, don't all dress like proper nobles all the time, but robed figures just kind of sent most people away in fright. This person didn't seem like something I should fear, almost like he would help, like I should trust him, and I just started walking towards him. Strange really, I just walked through the place the dog had attacked my mother like one would a park. Then, standing in front of him, I tried to see his face in an almost childlike wonder, but could see nothing more than the shadow of what I assumed was his face. He seemed almost to attract me to him, like a magnet to metal, and he seemed to know this. I just couldn't mistrust him. He just seemed so good, and I it was like I just knew he would help me.

"Cartwright, follow," he commanded simply, as though speaking to his child, but this only made me want to follow him. Watching without blinking, I watched him turn, which caused his cloak to flare out around him, and I just stood there gawking for a moment. It was amazing, simply so, that such a simple man could create such an allure. I didn't wait too long before, practically, running to catch up. Whatever was going to happen I just knew that this guy would help me, and I would probably follow him anywhere at least for that moment. He was the only thing I felt I could trust, the only thing in my world that didn't hurt me to think about, and I wanted to know, to believe, he would help me. The future was later on, but with him, the present seemed almost livable.

"I'm coming!"I said to him from right behind, but within second I was walking easily beside him. Walking beside him, that was the last thing I saw before everything went black, and we went somewhere, somehow. Darkness surrounded me, and the future no longer looked so bright. Had I just made a huge mistake or was this whole throwing the little girl into darkness, her greatest fear, a test?

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