A New Hope

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Valerie Walker is confused. She believes she has just killed her entire family, so she runs away. She knows she can't kill herself; her instinct to survive is to strong. But hen she discovers what she can do and how she can use it for good, she finally begins to forgive herself.

Submitted: February 06, 2011

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Alone. I was completely alone. I had no one with me. Not a cat, or a dog, or even family. Brothers? Gone. Sister? Gone. Parents? Gone. Well, they aren’t gone, but they are dead. Dead. It’s my entire fault. I went back into my room and changed into my running clothes. I put my long red hair back into a low ponytail. Then I walked to the front door. I opened the door, the cool October night air swirling in. I turned to look into the Family Room. I automatically turned back towards the door, crushing grief and disgust washing over me. I bunched up my muscles and flew out the door, momentarily happy that I was the fastest cross country runner in the state.
As I ran, I thought about what I had done. I had become so mad that----.
“No, don’t think about it,” I whispered. I figured that either way, I was a monster. I didn’t deserve to live, no matter what. My instinct to live is unnaturally strong, or so the tests say. So I can’t do enough damage to myself to hurt me too badly. That and what I can do doesn’t exactly help with the whole suicide thing either. I thought of this for a few minutes, the fact that I couldn’t really commit suicide. I had lived through enough serious damage before, all cuts and gashes. But then I had a brilliant idea. Exhaustion! I could run until my heart gave out, therefore killing me. I hadn’t tried that yet.
So, that’s what I did. I ran for what seemed like hours into the night. By the time my muscles were on fire and my chest was heaving, I had absolutely no idea where I was. That didn’t matter to me though. I ran and ran until I tripped on something, probably a rock, and the ground swirled up toward me. I fell, and I felt my head get ripped open by a small outcropping of rock. I moaned, but stayed lying there, on my stomach. I soon heard heavy, rhythmic footsteps. They came closer and closer, but I didn’t pay close attention. My head was on fire and my vision was swimming. Then they stopped, right next to my head. I had enough sense to see who it was. It was a man, about mid-twenties. He had blonde, wavy hair and dark green eyes. He looked at me with an expression of sympathy mixed with happiness and a hint of anger.
“Get up. We need to fix that gash in your head. Come, follow me,” he said in a sweet, persuasive voice. Along with persuasiveness, he seemed guarded, like I was dangerous or something. Well, no duh, I thought, laughing inwardly. After all, you did kill your whole family and you can’t even kill yourself right.
“Don’t come any closer. I’m a freak. I killed my whole family at one time. Go away,” I whispered, looking away from his eyes. I really just wanted to die, so I could apologize to my family for somehow killing them. Instead of having a look of disgust on his face and running away, he got on his belly and onto my eye level. His expression was way too sympathetic, and I almost gagged.
“I can’t do that. You have to come with me. I can help you,” He said, pleading almost. I decided that I no longer cared, so I nodded. He smiled a warm, welcoming smile and got up. He asked if I could walk, and I nodded again. After getting up, I swayed a little, like I was drunk. He caught me and chuckled, letting me put my weight against him. And with that, we walked into the dawn of a new day.


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