Part 7

Prt. 7 New Direction

I woke up, looked around. "Where am I?" I thought. Then I remembered, sitting underneath an oak tree waiting for my energy to come back. I went to the lake looked at my wounds, they seem to have healed fast. I put my hand up to my face, it started glowing and my cuts, scrapes and bruises all faded away. I stood looked at the sky, still dark, still cold, still lonely. I thought about what had happened the last few days. I thought, "Because of my being here, my friends are in trouble. Even if nothing has actually happened I could end up getting one of my friends killed." "If I can disconnect myself from my family, I can disconnect myself from my friends... and if I can't, then I just need to completely forget them....." I sat at the tree, looked up. "Completely....... forget." I fell asleep.

Dreaming, I dreamed of people, no, not people, silhouettes. Children? No. Teenagers. Young teenagers. Two girls, four boys. One girl, long hair maybe B cup, about 5' 4''. The silhouette glows... then fades away. Then the male silhouettes glow, a bit dimmer. Fade away. The other girl, about 5' 6'', short hair, maybe A cup, glows almost as bright as the first, fades away. Then a noise, a pleasant noise like a mother singing to a child. A soft voice, but, was not in song. In alarm afraid for safety of others. I listened...
"Are you there?"
I tried to answer... "I'm here."
"Can you hear me?"
"I can."
"Wake up."
"I am awake."
"Get up!"
"I'm up!"
"I'm up!"
"I'm up!"
"I'M UP!"
My eyes opened. I heard laughing, I got up looked around. Nothing. The laughing grew louder. I looked behind me. There was a girl. About 5' 5'' maybe with short, brown hair and a skinny body. She looked maybe... 16 or 17, wearing a black zip-up jacket with dark blue jeans. She sat down and said, "Nice little spot you got here." I responded, "I suppose so." She looked at me, stared, and said "They wonder if you're okay." I thought, wondering who they were
I said dumbly "I'm fine." She said, "She wants to know if you remember the past." "The past?" I repeated. I asked "Who wants to know?" She looked back at me, "Carolyn." I stared, then said "Who is that?"