Author's note-
Hi! This is my first time writing for this fandom, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Enjoy, and please review!
-SOS
The Cassie That's Gone
My name is Cassiopeia, but most of the people I know don't know that, luckily. They all call me Cassie. They might think it's short for something like Cassandra or Cassidy. But other than my extremely odd name, my life is pretty boring. I'm only twelve years old, but I just wish something would happen already!
Back in elementary school, I was considered the coolest girl in my class, because I could touch the tip of my tongue with my nose. Even the boys were impressed, except for Ben Parish. Ben You're-Every-Kind-of-Gorgeous Parish. He was my crush back then, and still is. But he has never noticed me, like, ever. I'm only twelve, though; maybe he'll ask me to the dance next year.
Now, in middle school, I tried to impress the new kid by touching the tip of my tongue to my nose during study hall, but he didn't care. And he told the teacher, so I had detention that day. It really sucked.
I go to soccer practice, but I'm not the best. I'm not the worst, either: just okay. Okay at karate too, because no one likes it when you accidentally punch them in the face. That was an awkward day, though. I got sent home early, but it was only an accident. Otherwise, I was pretty good.
I'm kind of ugly, though. Not super ugly–my hair is strawberry blonde, which is not that bad on most people's standards. I mean, my cousin's hair is a mousy brown, and nobody calls her ugly. My hair is curly, though. Every time I brush it, I have to make sure I get all the curls or they'll turn into knots, which is not good. But I have freckles, which I hate, and even though I read that book where the mom kissed the kid's freckles every night, my mom doesn't do that, and I doubt she ever would. There's just too many of them to kiss!
The night before I turned thirteen, "Unlucky Thirteen", as some people liked to say, was the first night I had the dream. It turned into a recurring nightmare. It started off simple, me camping in the woods, which I would have been fine with, but then it just got worse. I pulled out a gun, and (this is the worst part) I was forced to shoot my family in the head. But there was no person forcing me to shoot; I just did. It was like my brain was controlling my body, but something else was controlling my brain. It was horrible. I was forcing myself to kill everyone I knew.
I never told anyone about the dream, because it seemed too real to be "just a nightmare". It haunted me until I was sixteen.
Until the dream comes true, and the Cassie that's gone seems to crazy to be "just a person."
The Cassie that's gone is just that – gone.