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Sailor Ahiru and Randomnesshurtsmyhead


I had always known that the girls here were absolute bitches – but I had never thought it would ever come to this. I stared straight up to the boring plain flat white ceiling above me. Being stuck in a hospital bed was worst experience of my knowledge and one I wish not to repeat ever again.

I'm not exactly sure what it was that I did to provoke them – but to them it was something of an offensive nature – not that I thought I could do anything to someone that would be so offensive to warrant what they did. The push down the two flights of the stony steps leading down to the school from the boarding house had left me lying in this stiff sheeted bed recovering from serious head and rib injuries. The fall had put me into a coma for 5 months and the doctors had come to the conclusion that I was going to have 25% survival rate. My parents freaked and started preparations so that I could come home as soon as I had fully recovered. If I had known that an event like this would have made them bring me home I would have purposefully tripped myself down the stairs a long time ago.

I had been telling them for months that I hated this place and that the girls mistreated me whilst the teachers continued on pretending we were invisible. When I was younger Lucas had always been there to protect me – but here where I was unwanted by anybody and everybody I had no one to hide behind – just my books, which seem to offer little protection when being pushed from behind.

'Honey… are you awake?' 'Come on it's time to go home' my parents voices probed my mind and I realised I must have closed my eyes and dozed off again. As much as the drugs provided relief from the confusion and pain they also made me really drowsy. Something which had been scaring me lately – my dreams hadn't been pleasant ones. People kept coming to me; dead people. I don't know why they had chosen me to turn to, or why now but either way I didn't like it.

They reproduced the events of their deaths, most of murder, some of rape. A whole lot of images a 17 year old girl doesn't need nor want to deal with.

I opened my eyes to see their concerned faces looming over me, checking to make sure everything was alright. That's when I felt that heavy weight at the end of my bed keeping the area around my feet warm. Rising painfully up to my elbows I saw my very un-identical twin Alice. She really looked like a pixie and definitely had the attitude of one – annoying and determined to get away with whatever she happened to want at the time. But I still loved her to pieces and to see her face so pale and eyes so bloodshot with highly defined bags scarcely being hidden by make-up tore me up inside. It appeared that she hadn't been sleeping properly. It made me feel guilty because I had been unable to do anything but sleep.

The nurse came in to double check how I was going, only one more week of this and then I will get to go home. It's true that every cloud seems to have a silver lining – mine seems to be the prospect of going home.

I looked back to mom to see the oddest thing of my life – granddad was standing right behind her – but he had died 3 years ago on June 13th, exactly three months before my birthday. He was talking to me in some kind of gibberish – spitting out words that didn't make any sense; something about a gift being received on the verge of death. I had no clue what he could be possibly telling me, let alone why I could see him standing there. Mom starting shaking me. "Isa… Isa… look at me, come on focus!" I shook my head and then looked into her eyes.

I could tell she thought she had almost lost me again. "Mom I'm fine; really… it's just…" I struggled over whether I should tell them what I just saw or not. They'd probably think it was brain damage and send me to some Looney bin. Maybe I am a Looney and I have had more damage done to my brain then the doctors had thought. It would explain why I was seeing ghosts. No, I think this is something I best keep to myself – no need to worry them any further. "… It's nothing, just got a little dizzy from sitting up after so long of lying down in this bed. Nothing to stress yourself over" She nodded but I could tell that she didn't really believe that I was fine. I hoped that the expression on my face didn't betray the confusion I was really feeling.

Another nurse came in to inform them that visiting hours were now over – and I couldn't help but feel incredibly relieved that they now had to go. They each hugged me in turn. Alice last. As my parents stood at the door looking back in Alice quickly whispered in my ear "We'll talk when you get home. Our parents may be fooled but not me". I gave her a quick nod and then the three of them left the building.

That night I had another strange dream –but this one was different. I wasn't being tormented by the gruesome deaths but rather a spirit of some kind came to me. I don't know how but I just knew he wasn't a ghost, he looked like some kind of Greek god floating there before me with stylishly messy bronze hair and these amazing green emerald eyes.

"Isa, there has been a new occurrence within you. A power that has surfaced due to your recent accident" "A Power?" "Yes. I believe you have started to see some new and strange things that have never appeared to you before. Things that seem unexplainable"

As I thought about all the new dreams and the appearance of my Grandfather I knew exactly what this obvious demigod was referring to and could only help but nod.

"I am here to explain it all to you – to make things clearer. After coming so close to death you have been granted powers to see the dead. Only a very few selection of people gain access to this ability and it only happens to those who already have it within their DNA"

It was such an odd thought to think that something so weird was carried within my DNA

"Your mother's side of the family blood line bear this trait which is only awakened within a member when they come very close to the brink of death." This was all very disturbing. Was it real? Or was it just my head playing tricks on me and I was just really seriously screwed up. No it had to be real, I would never make this sort of weird mumbo jumbo up no matter had much my brain had been fried.

"You are apart of the rare breed known as the Necromancer. You are able to contact the dead, however this early in development the dead will be choosing to come to you until you are in control of the summoning."

What good was a power I couldn't even control yet? "You also have a quickened healing ability. It doesn't mean that you heal straight away but it will be at a significantly faster rate than those of the average human race."

Healing at a faster rate, seeing ghosts – it was all becoming overwhelming and I really just didn't know what to think anymore – nothing could have prepared me for such an absurd idea.

"And beware – not all ghosts are sane. Sometimes the Trauma affects them so badly that they no longer know the difference between make believe and reality".

Leaving me with that the apparition began to dissolve away; and I was left floating in this dream space trying to grasp on to anything that made sense.

In less than a week I'll be home again and then life will go back to normal. I tried to console myself; whatever drugs that were giving me these whacked out hallucinations will fade taking this weird idea of me becoming something more than human with it. Faster healing powers – it must have just been my brain wishing to get out of this place sooner. Then again I had heard the nurse the other day saying that I was starting to heal a lot quicker than before and quicker than any other patient she had ever seen – hence why I get to go home next week rather than next month. No – it was all absurd and just mind tricks; I had to believe that to stop myself from going crazy. Deep down though I knew it wasn't just some crazy fabrication of my mind.