1 Past Life

I am running. Running as fast as I can although I no longer see a point in living. Running. Fast as I can, as though the fires of hell themselves are flaming at my back. Running, because I was truly shocked and afraid and now I cannot stop.

7 years old and running to the ends of the Earth. I am 7, and yet I feel as though I've come full circle. Who at my age watches their parents die so violently? And who at my age sees real life monsters in human flesh? If I were to go to someone for help and explain myself they'd think I've lost my mind. So I don't go for help. I stay all to myself, hoping some how my life could get better.

However as I'm running and thinking these thoughts I realize, do I really want to live the rest of my life without my mother? Without my father? The reality of the situation takes my breath and my focus away. Not paying any attention to my surroundings anymore I rush into the street where I am blinded by the lights of a car.

The last thing I remember was the sound of a blaring horn, the screech of tires and the cold, icy river water closing above my head. As the freezing water entered my lungs my last thought was, 'I'll never be so cold again."

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~10 years later~

Silently waking from my recurrent nightmare I shake my head to clear it. Looking towards my fire place I see that there are just embers in there, which would explain the small chill to my bedroom.

I fix that problem with a thought, flames shooting into the air and wood crackling, food for my fire. 10 years later and I still have nightmares about my death if the room gets cold. I laugh, it's a dead laugh though, holding no humor.

The few times someone sets their eyes on me they're uneasy, sometimes even a little afraid. Yet if they knew cold was a weakness for me they'd laugh in my face and sneer their evil words behind my back.

I'm still not sure how I got here. I know I died 10 years ago, and I know I'm definitely not the same person now as I was back then. I'm powerful now, unlike the small human child I used to be. My flames are so strong that these beings I've turned into now are afraid of what I can do, and I'm only 17.

A goddess used to whisper to me, telling me things that I should know. Like how, as I grow older I grow more powerful. Until I reach the age of 21, where these beings usually stop aging until hundreds of years later, I will continue to grow my power. 21 is when my power will peak, and essentially I'll live 'forever'.

However, that goddess, just like everyone else, has abandoned me. So to prevent anymore ill feelings towards living things in general, I've moved away from civilization. Deep in the woods, surrounded by the quiet of nature and her beauty, I live underground.

No, my home is not shabby, nor is it dirty and neither does it look like I live below ground. My home is my pride and joy, the only joy I have in this world. Every time I think of my home it brings a real smile to my lips. It's everything I could've ever dreamed of.

In my living room area I have a beautiful chandelier hanging from my glass ceiling, where I can look at the stars. My kitchen has room for a group of people to be in it at once, even though it's just me here, and I have multiple bedrooms rooms here, although I just use one.

I used to dream of sharing a home with someone, I guess that's why even though I moved out here planning to be all alone, I still built my home with room for others. When I go out though, those dreams are quickly squashed when I notice how people react towards me.

It makes me angry, so angry that my body heats up and smoke billows out of my nose but i keep walking, with my head held high. Fuck these prissy assholes and the person who birthed them, I'm no less than anyone here.