Sometimes the world does a one eighty and you finally realize what has been going on right in front of you. It is kind of like a cloud clearing and you can finally see what was always there. That is what happened to me so many years ago. It is funny thinking about it now, it was so obvious but I couldn't see it.
My life has never been like a fairy tale or even close to one but I've had those moments where you feel like everything is good and just maybe your life is going the way it should. My childhood wasn't filled with horrors or beating or anything that could be called abuse. I had parents who I am sure loved me and cared about me. I had two brothers, one who annoyed the hell out of me the other well I didn't see him much growing up but that was ok. I had broken bones from normal things and bruises from falling off trees. So yeah my life wasn't really anything to talk about. If I wrote my life down you probably would stop reading after the first chapter but it is the middle where it gets interesting and kind of bad. When I turned 13 that is when things started going wrong. Like I said my cloud starting lifting and I started to see things I really shouldn't have been seeing. So got you interested yet?
I think the first time I noticed it, was when I was sitting on the steps of my high school just day dreaming and soaking in some sun. It wasn't anything specific just a feeling really but it was there. A tingle on the back of my neck and the feeling of being watched. I shouldn't have noticed but when I turned I saw the man watching me. I shrugged it off as nothing and continued home.
The second time was two or three days after that I was in a clothing shop with one of my friends when I felt it again. I turned and saw the man closer, he had bright blue eyes and he looked so sad but that wasn't what made curious. It was the face that he felt different I don't know how to explain it but he wasn't human and I still don't know how I knew but I just knew. I shrugged him off again and continued on.
That night was when they came; there was no warning, any time. My parents and my brother didn't have time to react, balls of light is the only way I can describe it maybe energy and then blood and silence. I don't know how I escaped their notice I just remember coming out of my hidey hole when they vanished and that's when my cloud disappeared and I knew that I wasn't normal, had never been normal. They had targeted my family for a reason and left me alone. It was so weird as I collapsed on top of mother and my tears mixed with her blood, I couldn't move, didn't want to leave them. If I left it made it real, if I stayed I might wake up and find it all to be a dream. My mum wasn't laying there with her eyes so vacant and her hands so clammy, my brother wasn't covered in blood and his mouth open in a silent scream of pain. My dad wasn't dead he couldn't be, he was to strong, my support, and the one that made me feel safe. None of them could be dead because they were my family, my weird, loving, supporting, and trying so hard to understand family.
I think they found me the next morning gripping my mum's hand and not wanting to let go. Holding on like it was a life line. I don't know how they knew, I think it must have been the next door neighbours but the police turned up and the yellow tape went up. They extracted me from my mum and that was when it became real, she was gone, he was gone and my brother was gone. No one except my estranged brother was left and I hadn't known him since I was 5.
They took me to the station and sat me down and tried to get me to tell them what had happened but I couldn't speak. The words wouldn't come out, they had no faces the things that done this, no faces, monsters, they weren't real, they couldn't be. Every time I tried to picture them it didn't make sense. Demons didn't exist did they? So I didn't speak and they passed me off to a social worker named Paige. I didn't care I just stared at her blankly while she tried to get me to talk. She tried to tell me about her family and how she understood but she couldn't, no one could.
While I was sitting there I felt the tingle for a third time and I turned and saw the man staring at me with his sad blue eyes. I turned and saw Paige staring at me and trying to see what I was seeing. I turned and looked at him again and he smiled sadly and I understood then, I was the only one who could see him. He turned slightly and I saw people join him, this time a lady and another man and boy. The woman also smiled sadly at me and I noticed the blood on her shirt and I turned my attention to the man with her and the boy and noticed they also had blood running down his shirt. I was so immersed in this realization that I hadn't noticed Paige kneeling beside me and trying to get my attention. When I finally turned she was looking at me curiously but she went back to her sheet and starting going through the paper work.
She placed me in a foster home with about 3 kids aged 6, 10 and the pestering 16 year old. They were nice enough I guess, I don't think they understood why I wasn't talking, the thing I found was the more you don't talk the more invisible you became and that is what I wanted. It didn't stop the monsters from coming again though. Different MO this time, fire, that is what I could see and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I screamed until my throat was raw and I couldn't speak even if I wanted to. Have you ever seen a 6 year old set on fire, no, well I have and just so you know not really a pleasant experience not that you will ever have to experience that. The police came again and this time they were a little more suspicious of me but there wasn't any evidence and I of course wasn't speaking so I was sent to see Paige again. This time she looked a little worried and I knew she was watching me while I was looking at the corner and I watched as another person with blood on their chest joined my crew of watchers. This time I knew who they were except for the first man. The woman was my mum, my family and the new people were the foster family. They all wore the same expression of sadness and I couldn't help but stare at them. The man was still smiling sadly but he seemed to be watching the other people wearily like he didn't trust them and I didn't understand, not then.
I snapped back as Paige waved her hand in front of me in an attempt to make me listen. This time I was put in a family without any kids, they were older and just trying to get some extra cash. Not really the ideal family but I think Paige was having trouble placing me. They were nice enough people, didn't feed me a hell of a lot but that was fine as long as they stayed alive. I tried not to be around that place for long, I was too afraid that if I became attached they would end up dead or worse, be one of the many people starting to build in my followers.
They started by just being silent observers but when I went to bed at night that is when they started. They would tell me how it was my fault they were dead, that I was a freak, an outcast, no one could ever love me or want me. They would scratch their hands down my back or stomach depending on how I was laying to wake me and I would have to hold down my screams. The only one who didn't participate was that man with the kind eyes, the one who would stand there sadly and always seemed to be trying to offer me comfort. When the people taunted me I would stare into his eyes and try not to listen but there is only so much you can take.
Sleep deprivation does something to you, you know. I started seeing myself do things that I knew I was imagining. When I was alone I seemed to be able to move my things to me when I wanted them or when I got really upset or stressed. It was just little things, my pillow, and my hairbrush.
The man would smile slightly when I did and I started getting used to it. Back then I was positive it was sleep deprivation.
Things were going alright at this new place for about a year and a half. It was just after my 15th birthday where things got worse.
I guess I would have been in school when the cops came to get me. I knew as soon as they walked in that it was to do with me. At least this time I couldn't be under suspicion. They came and took me to the station and once again I found out my parents were gone. I didn't react, had learnt long ago that it was no use. I hadn't talked to a real person in two years why react to the loss of people I didn't connect to. But I turned and watched my foster family walk and join my followers.
Sitting in the social service office without Paige being there was a new experience for me. She had been the one to look after me these two years and it didn't feel right. This new social worker wasn't right and the man was getting twitchy and he never reacted to what went on around me. I was getting nervous as the social worker talked and I saw out of the corner of my eye the followers grinning and the man wringing his hands. I got up suddenly to the surprise of well everyone and ran out of that office with the social worker trying to follow but in my panic chairs and papers started flying around the office much to the dismay of the office.
I ran half a block before I turned to the man and said in a weak voice "Where?" He smiled softly and pointed. I ran that way and we kept going and I kept asking where until finally after much exhaustion and running I came to a house. I turned to ask what and found to my astonishment the man had left me and only the dead were still there. If I hadn't still been so panicked I may have collapsed but I ran up the stairs and knocked on the door.
The door was opened by a woman in her either late twenties or early thirties with a baby on her hip. I didn't know her but I had a flashback of a picture on Paige's desk of this lady.
She said "Can I help you?" I wiped my nose and said softly in a raspy voice "Is Paige here?" She looked at me wearily but yelled behind her "Paige guest". The lady opened the door and smiled softly and said "Come on in, she won't be a minute." She walked into the living room and sat on the couch and I walked in the room slowly. I notice pictures of this woman and another and Paige; I also saw this woman and the other one and another. There were many photos and I could tell that it was very family orientated. Before I had time to think about this Paige entered the room with an astonished "Sera?" I turned and at seeing her flood gates opened and I suddenly found myself in her arms as I collapsed on the ground.