Author's Note:

This is one of my random stories. Sorry if its a little long for you, but I put a lot of time into this one! Hope You like it! ~Superfrenchfries

Sweat trickled down my cheek. I was in a field. Everything I touched turned black and died. I ran and ran and ran. I tried to scream, but I couldn't control my self. I kept running. "Someone please help me!" I thought. A cold tear slipped from my eye and down my cheek. Eventually I made it to a clearing. I wasn't alone. At least I felt like someone was with me.

Finally I spoke, "Who's there?" No answer. I scanned the dark clearing. In the center was a mirror. I squinted my eyes, confused. I walked slowly towards it, leaves crunching beneath my feet. When I finally got there, I put my finger to the mirror. I gasped. It was me in the mirror, but it wasn't me. My eyes widened. The me in the mirror smiled coldly.

Then she spoke in my mind as her lips moved, "You pathetic little weasel." Her words were cold as ice. I tried to open my mouth, but I couldn't for some odd reason.

"You have the power. Use it against them." A chill went down my spine. She began to open her mouth again, but I waved my hand. The mirror turned into a flock of ravens and flew away.

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I woke gasping for air. This was the third time this week I've had this nightmare. I glanced at my alarm clock. It was only 3:30 A.M. I sighed and threw off my blankets. I turned on my lamp and walked into the bathroom. I turned my back to the mirror. I was wearing a cami, so I could see my shoulder. There on my arm, was what looked like a tattoo of a flock of ravens flying in the distance. The only problem was it wasn't a tattoo. It had shown up a few weeks ago. Luckily, I had a nose piercing so everyone thought it was a tattoo.

Then and there I saw my past before my eyes, literally. I was outside for recess at school. I looked like I was seven. I was running around the playground, playing tag with the other kids. Then I tripped and fell. I scraped my knee. I screamed in pain as the wind picked up. A storm cloud began to form. The other kids exchanged nervous glances. When I had opened my eyes they flashed black then back to green. One kid noticed and screamed. A teacher ran over and picked me up. They then immediately dropped me causing myself more pain in my arm. It had broken.

I was back in the bathroom as my old self. Some cold sweat formed acrossed my forehead. I rubbed my arm thoughtlessly. That was the day I had broken my arm. I never realized what had happened that day until now. I took in a shaky breath. That had also been the day my mom died.

TO BE CONTINUED…