Chapter Two – Accident
I heard the terrible noise of metal grinding against metal, just as I was going out to buy some lollipops.
I turned around and gasped as I saw my best and only friend about to be run over by a car. I didn't stop to think for even one second about what I was going to do; I just reacted.
I found myself running towards the impending disaster and shoving Laura out of the way while the car continued its disastrous route towards me.
I was frozen, like a rabbit caught in headlights. Unable to move.
And then it hit me.
Here's the thing: it was the carthat was dented; not me. I didn't even have a bruise. However, the car was not so lucky. Its hood was damaged beyond repair and the windscreen had shattered.
Slowly everyone turned to look at me with wide eyes.
"Uhh…" I said, unsure of how to explain myself. Inwardly, I berated myself for being so stupid. Mommy had always told me that I should never use my power, and yet I just did. Mommy would understand, wouldn't she?
As an ambulance arrived on the scene, I was immediately carted inside. "I'm fine!" I said, trying to resist their attempts to keep me on the stretcher.
"Exactly." A paramedic said before injecting me. The last thing I saw before I drifted into the darkness was him drawing his gun and pointing it somewhere behind me.
…
My dreams were chaotic, a blur of images. I saw my mother carrying me in her arms, my father playing with me.
Then I saw them. The Agency. There was a man, dressed in a sharp, tactical vest with an ever so noticeable holster.
I saw myself draped in white, on a hospital gurney connected to hundreds of wires, tubes, and monitors. "Begin," A disembodied voice commanded.
I felt a cold, sharp pain on my skin, and a warm liquid spilling over my chest. Alarms blared and monitors bleeped in an incessant rhythm.
I felt someone pick me up gently, and then I was dead to the world.
…
I woke up in my bed, the TV blaring. I could smell eggs. With one hand supporting the bandages on my chest, I silently crept out of bed.
As I entered the kitchen I realized the source of the smell: Mommy was cooking breakfast.
Hearing me approaching, she turned to face me, her eyes darting around the kitchen. I stumbled as I got closer, but she caught me and gently eased me into a chair.
"Oh, Bella, I was so worried; they were going to do things to you! I was lucky to get you out of there before they could start, but night had already fallen. I was too scared to move you…" She babbled on till I put a hand to her mouth, cutting her short.
"Mommy, its fine. I promise. We'll go somewhere else, and I'll be more careful this time." Mommy nodded and I released her. "I'm hungry!" I announced. And it was true; my insides felt like they were dissolving.
"You've been sleeping for three days, dear." My mum put an omelette on my plate, and smiled as I finished it off in three seconds.
"I thought you didn't like omelettes!" Mommy said, still chuckling. I giggled as well before I noticed the date on the calendar.
"Wait a second; it's my birthday in two days!" I shouted.
"You're going to be seven soon Bella. A grown up." Mommy sighed and I realized that we were going to have to move again.
"Where are we going next?" I asked, curious.
"I was thinking… how about Phoenix?"