I Told You So
A/N: Last chapter, technically, though I'll be adding an epilogue probably by Friday. A special shout out to the two readers who put "I am Bonnie" on their alert list: Coriander Tea and bobbinbird.
I don't have any reviewers yet. Is my writing quality poor, is this an unpopular topic I'm writing about, or is there something else going on? Such feedback is one of the reasons I am grateful to those who read and review.
I've been plagued by a lot of strange dreams and no-sense nightmares, which I can't really recall. I remember this one, though.
I must be at the mansion again, how else would I wind up in that kitchen with Crater and Pako? The conversation started out as the same, with Pako searching for the soda, and Crater nosing in on my origins. "Look, you don't have to hide things here. This is a safe place for us," he said, just like in my memories.
Instead of walking away this time, I faced him and whined, "But I'm not a mutant, I'm just a kid from New Jersey." Why I said that, I have no idea, since I'm Virginian.
"Then how are you doing that?" said a new voice. In Pako's place, Natalie stood before me wide-eyed. I followed her gaze, only to discover my mug of tea suspended in the air.
"Wait, I'm not doing this," I tried to protest, but random stuff just kept rising into the air, until I was rising in the air. I tried to reach out and grab something, but my fingers grabbed at emptiness. All the time, Natalie and Comet just stood there, unmoving, watching as I floated further and further away, until all I could see was a speck of light.
Then I wake up, exactly one second before the green metal door swings open, and a police officer enters. Another person follows him, clad in business attire. She is explaining something very detailed to me, but what it boils down to is that I am free to leave. Finally, the fog in my head clears enough for me to remember she is my lawyer. About the only thing I can muster are grunts that resemble acknowledgement.
With Meghan flying in later that afternoon, the first thing I'm doing isn't getting a cheeseburger. At eight thirty in the morning, I spend my first hour out of prison eating pancakes with my parents.