A Step into the Unknown

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Vernoica Jones is an unusual child, and encounters her worst nightmare; herself.

Submitted: September 25, 2011

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“Veronica Jones,” spoke the man, as his piercing eyes stared down at me, “come with us.”

My attention was drawn to the guns surrounding men held and the even more unusual one the black-suited one carried against his thigh. He wore such a formal outfit such an occasion such as this, at this point, I never fully understood the circumstances but as I progressed in life, my comprehension came clear. The man, who had earlier introduced himself as Mr. Flaster, smiled gently, but a deep sensation of anger pulsed through him.

“Child,” he said through grinning teeth, “come with us. You will be safe with me.”

I sat on my bed side, my feet nearly reaching the floor. It was three in the morning, but I didn’t mind the disturbance at such an early hour, I had already been a wake; waiting, this man’s arrival. My parents stood outside my door, I knew this, since through the silence between the man’s words, I could hear my mother whimpering, and my father soothing her without success.

“You make it seem as if this is not my choice, sir,” I responded coolly. I may only be six years old, but I was starting to understand the situation. My brain functioned differently than others, I knew that. As far as we were into this conversation, which consisted of four sentences, I was only edging to the conclusion I had to make before this scenario was over.

By the time I was three, my parents had had me tested for Autism, clearly not the case. But the people, who were attempting to find an answer to my ‘abilities,’ as they called them, were left puzzled. It wasn’t until three years later, at the age of six, did I eventually show signs to diagnose this concern. Turns out; it’s in my blood. Every strange coincidence wasn’t as it seemed, every little detail which stood out to me was no mistake; this is who I am, and no different.

“It is not, child,” his voice snapped me out of my thoughts, “now, if you know what is good for you, you will come with us.”

I knew a serious threat when I heard one. This man meant business, and I had to choices; one, clearly not an option.

I stood, trying to fit the unmistakable clues together and as I did so, marched past the men in black suits, knowing there was a black van parked in the drive way. My instincts telling me this was my entirely mother’s idea; the men in black, the van, the strange questions and the dramatic goodbye before they came, it all was her fault. It was her to blame, why I was being ripped away from all I knew, all that was familiar to me.

Without another word, I stepped into the unknown and watched my life cross before me as we drove away.


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