a/n: hello! I haven't posted in a while so its good to be back on! Please review! Now onto the story:
I didn't think that seeing him again would end up being a relief. After the episode at Hoover Dam, I had been more freaked out than ever. He had seen what I saw, but then he ran for his life.
Then he was at my school. And he remembered me.
Remembered my name:
Rachel Elizabeth Dare.
What I had been seeing was painful. Terrifying even. I couldn't say anything to my parents, they would get doctors involved to save the family reputation. I didn't have many friends and if I told them they would think I was a psycho. After so long of internalising it, I think it started chipping away at my sanity. Some days worse than others but it started to resemble a prison. The prison of myself.
You can see the people, but they can't see what you're seeing, can't feel what your feeling.
I recognised the sword from Hoover Dam. Covered in monster dust, I followed him out. Because I came so close, so close to the truth. And I wasn't about to let my chance of an explanation escape.
Some people want so badly to see, but I often wonder what is so wrong with being blind.