Dancing in the Rain

I fought back tears as I waved goodbye to my parents and younger brother. Sadness and desperation was extremely evident on their faces. I knew going away and leaving them was for the best, but the thing is, I had no desire to go. All I wanted was to have a loving family and a storybook ending. Why did this happen to me anyway? What had led me to make this frantic decision to save us all? Maybe if I hadn’t known more than I should, this wouldn’t be happening.
Many years ago, on a rainy August day, I had been bored. My mind wasn’t at ease, and all I could do was replace my thoughts with something more positive and upbeat. I had decided to go on the internet to play these silly games that were meant to “entertain” you. I don’t know how, but somewhere along the line I ended up playing this game where you had to use telekinesis to solve puzzles. Then and there, I made this vow to learn and practice supernatural abilities. I wasn’t sure why I wanted to yet; nevertheless, I had figured they would come in handy. I do believe that’s where it all started.
After about a few years of dabbling in practically every ability that existed, even ones no one has ever heard of, I met this group of people who could do what I did. They understood me, and talking to them relaxed me. I was fifteen at the time, and I didn’t have a sense of danger, so when they offered me to join their group, I accepted, gratified someone appreciated the things I was capable of doing.
I stayed with the clan for two long years, almost three. I honestly had thought they were people with good intentions, the type of people that want to assist me and others. I soon discovered this theory was wrong days before my eighteenth birthday. They had told me that as soon as someone in their clan reached adulthood, they automatically learned the clan’s greatest secret, their powers were significantly increased, and would serve a much finer purpose. You can tell why I would be thrilled, all of it really sounded amazing and delightful!
On the day of my birthday, my power wasn’t enhanced, I’m pretty sure it would’ve been, that is, if I’d accepted to do the job they wanted me to. The job everyone there did: to do horrible things to people.
Criminals, delinquents, terrorists, people who commit suicide, others who hurt themselves and others, weren’t born like this. In fact, no one was. I learned these people were immortal, that were there since the Earth was created, since man first stepped onto the land. Before they created misery, everything was beautiful and perfect and there was no despair in the world. Death existed, but people rejoiced when a loved one died because they well knew they were on their way to a better place, (and a place better than Earth at that time just had to be great)! The clan had created all of this despair upon the Earth. The Earth went from a peaceful place to a dreadful nightmare. Natural disasters, killing, racism, sadness, anger, revenge, and even more things took place. Luckily, some peacefulness still stayed intact. I guess that’s what makes everyone’s life bearable.
They had wanted me to be a part of them. I was supposed to control people’s minds to do such ghastly things. I was required to use my increased power over the elements to make tsunamis, earthquake, tornadoes, volcano explosions, things like that. I also would’ve earned the ability to control human emotions, the thing is I didn’t want to make people feel sad and horrified and afraid.
The reason why I’m crying for my family right now is because the clan had threatened to make them suffer. Not kill them; however they would make their lives impossible to live happily. The other choice was for me to have my memory erased. I wouldn’t be able to recall the group; I wouldn’t be able to remember that I could do much more things other people cannot do. Even if I wanted to relearn them by the same incident happening again, my mind would be blocked so I won’t be able to learn any new powers. I had chosen the second one with fear and agony.
Right now I’m on my way to where we all used to hang out. There I’ll forget the most precious quality about me forever and I’ll never be able to acquire it back.
Before facing total memory loss I am going to record what I learned out of this: sadness and despair, misfortune and disease, death and betrayal, none of these things can be avoided. The best you can do is try to make everything seem better and work towards a better world. Like a great friend of mine once said, “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass by, it’s about learning how to dance in the rain”. She was right.

by NaturallyWonderful on 3/8/2010 10:13:47 PM

LOL this is pretty cool sounding for like Halloween - great ideas!!!!!

by hollywoodgirl37 on 3/6/2010 3:40:00 PM