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There’s a hole in the sky. No one sees it but me. I’ve asked. My mother thinks it’s for attention, but it’s not. I guess it’s because it’s dark out when I see it. I see better in the dark.

I’m looking out the window at the hole. It looks like a cloud. Once I tried to look at it in the day. I set a timer on my camera pointed to the exact spot and went back to the computer. At ten in the morning which is night time for me the timer went off. I jumped up and ran to the window.

I would have waited until morning to get it but I was so impatient. But when I looked at it there was nothing there.

"Christopher,"

I flinch. I’m not use to my name

"Sorry," mother apologizes.

"It’s alright." I say.

There’s no reason to apologize.

"Well I just came to see if you’re ready,"

"Yep" I reply "I stripped my closet my dressers and under my bed."

To tell the truth I didn’t have much anyway. If I outgrew something it immediately went to Goodwill. And I’ve never asked or wanted new clothes. So that left me with six or seven pairs of clothes. Then there were my shoes. I never exit the house so they’re all still new. But I have outgrown them.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Can I get a single pair of new shoes? I’ve outgrown the ones from last year."

To my surprise she looked shocked. And I can tell why. I’ve never asked for a thing in my life or past life.

"Um… sure honey, what brand?"

Brand? What brands were there? I don’t remember brands on anything I’ve ever seen.

I suddenly remember a shoe I saw in a catalog on the feet of some runner guy. I pull out the magazine and show her.

No brand. Plain black, like these."

A look of sudden relief perished my mother’s complex expression.

"Sure I see what you mean. Wall-mart then?"

I remember wall-mart. Mother use to take me there to get groceries. She use to tell me I was more concerned about what she bought than her doctors. But that was in my past life. When I thought I would forever be normal. But being like this is not any worse just the same with different advantages.

"Would you like to come with me?" she asks.

"No thank you."

"Are you sure, you never seem to want to go anymore. It’s dark,"

There it is the hurt expression when she remembers things. It hurt me more than it did her in some ways to see it on her. She’s so young and doesn’t deserve to ever feel hurt.

Maybe I could go. It would be breaking a treaty with myself to steer away from the outside world unless absolutely necessary.

"Okay mother. I will accompany you to the food store."

"Are you sure, I hope I didn’t force a change in opinion,"

"No, no. besides if I’m leaving I need to get outside first. If I don’t have my necessary items for my trip, who will get them for me. And besides I want to spend some quality time with you."

I’m glad what I say can make my mother smile. It’s sometimes rare with the other thirteen of us running around causing trouble.

"Okay well let me go get my purse,"

I can see the tears forming in her eyes. Like I just read her a poem that would turn the whole world from gray to color.

Amazing how sometimes how little you say can effect the people around you. Nice.

She leaves me to dress and prepare myself. There’s a long mirror in my bedroom. I take a look and gawk at what I see. I’m not that cute yet everything with a y chromosome chases after me. I’ll never get these short lived girls.

I pull on a black muscle shirt and a pair clean Hanes his wear underwear and a pair of loose fitting jeans and white sneakers I’ve outgrown. My toes scream in protest. I ignore it just this once. Later I know the consequences may be a corn or something. Good thing I’m getting new shoes.

I run my hand through a tangle on golden curl mess I call hair. I take two minutes to brush my hair and examine it. If i look one inch out of presentable looks grandmother will defenitly send me back up. I flip through a magazine and find something I could do.

Without thinking twice I gell my hair into something nice my sister circled. It looks presentable but who cares. I pull out my cell phone, which I didnt ask for, and I take a picture in the mirror.

Then I send it to my sister. Acording to her I'm not allowed to mess my hair. Whatever.

I head downstairs into the living room and sit patiently waiting for mother. My cell phone vibrates and I know it's my sister.

It's a chat window.

brokenh3arts: nice hair

deadlysinner: thaxz whats up

brokenh3arts: nuthin i talked to emily today

deadlysinner: not amused

brokenh3arts: no really jus listen mk?

deadlysinner: whatever

deadlysinner: no funny stuff what did she say

brokenh3arts: she said she misses you

deadlysinner: oh yeah and what else

brokenh3arts: she says she see's you sleep that youe peaceful

deadlysinner: uh huh okay and how is that

brokenh3arts: didnt u kno emily see's all

I look up to see if mother is comming. The games my sister plays were and are not funny. To this day I have no idea if I've ever spoken to this Emily person.

brokenh3arts: dont worry mommys not comming down

deadlysinner: wtf are u talking about

brokenh3arts: ...

There was a shriek from upstairs. Mother probably saw a rat. We have plenty of them. But somethings telling me that that's not it.

I push aside the worry and concentrate on Emms. Apparently she's been seeing a girl, named Emily. Telling her to do thing. This Emily chick doesnt sound healthy to me or mother.

Daddy made her live with auntie Laura after an incident at dinner with rat poison being placed in his mothers dinner. I would have poisned her too but it was chrismas and well you know how that goes.

brokenh3arts: emily says dont worry

deadlysinner: stop it now emma

brokenh3arts: its not me emily told me to tell you she loves you

deadlysinner: wheres aunt laura

brokenh3arts: ?_?

deadlysinner: aunt laura emma where is she

brokenh3arts: oh her and emily had a fight

brokenh3arts: she said emily wasnt real

deadlysinner: emma where is aunt laura

brokenh3arts: i told her not to say it emily has a bad temper you know

deadlysinner: Emma!

brokenh3arts: i tired to make emily feel better but she said aunt laura was one of them

deadlysinner: emma wheres aunt laura tell me now

brokenh3arts: so i told auntlaura i would make her tea and emily put in the powder i didnt like it

deadlysinner: EMMA!

brokenh3arts: emily says if you listen she'll let me tell you all about auntie laura but you cant know until you listen

deadlysinner: okay just tell me emms plzz

brokenh3arts: okay well aunt laura was being mean to me so i told emily and she said to tell aun laura they needed to talk so i did and aunt laura laughed and said she wasnt there and i said she was then aunt laura said she wasnt real and emily got really uset then...

deadlysinner: what then what emm

broken h3arts: then emily did something to aunt laura bcus she was bieng bad and not listining so she said we had to find out if she was one of them...

deadlysinner: what did you do

brokenh3arts: emily said we had to kill aunt laura to see

deadlysinner: emma what have you done!

brokenh3arts: i told you i didnt do it! emily did!

deadlysinner: Emma! im comeing now

I grabbed the keys then stopped. there was someone outside.

brokenh3arts: you cant go outside chris! dont go she's there! she'll kill u chris plzz dont go!

I todd the cellphone on the coush and go to the screen door. There's a shadow out in the backyard. Sitting on Emma's bench in the garden.

I walk to the stairwell and look up to see if mothers comming.

"Mom?"I call.

Silence.

"Mom someone's outside in the garden."

Silence.

I go back to the screen door and the shadows gone.

Awkward. I swear I saw something or someone out there.

Then i hear a cry, like the soft cry of a girl. Immediatlly I think it's Emma. I got to the source of the cry just to see theres nothing there. Ofcourse not.

"i thaught you loved me"

I spin around on my heel to see there in the corner is the shadow.

" awnser me chris, do you see what you've done"the shadow shays "you keep making me killto prove my love. why chris?"

Who was that? "AWNSER ME DAMMIT!"

" Uh ok, uh i dont know"

" yes you do"

Slowly but surely she began to rise.

" Wuddya' want?"

"you chris you must die"

I've had enough. I began to shake and vilolently change. " no *****. time for you to die"

Copyright 2007 kyrain
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