It all seems to play before me in slow motion like a movie in black and white, they walk through the door, and one of the cloaked men looked at them, whispering a few words,I see the air shiver about them and they are thrown against the wall with a force that could only look like a whirlwind had hit them. Only a few moments later did I watch in horror as they could not move away from the wall, and it caught on fire. Their scrams are something that awakens me in a cold sweat even today. I turned my head slowly to my father whom I could see was beyond angry, the cold look in his eyes scared even me; I have never seen that look before, nor would I ever see it again. He tried to struggle against them, the only word I heard him sneer was the word, "Seer's", they were too many and he could not win against them, though not for lack of trying. I watched in silence as they physically attacked my father and blood trickled from his nose. My hand reached for him, as my foot took a step towards him, and my lips tried to form words, bare whispers of sound escaped from me, I saw his eyes full of worry and fear as he looked at me his split lip forming whispered words; the next step I took there was only darkness and my screams that would not sound from my own throat.
I could not tell how long I remained there in the darkness, I remember it was cold, I remember that frigidness and the fear in my own heart. The darkness finally vanished and I fell onto the smoldering ashes of my childhood home, the pain seared through my right side, I tried to move but once again darkness claimed me but this was a blissful darkness of unconsciousness.
When I came to again I saw flashing lights and men and women in strange uniforms that seamed somehow comforting to me, I remember the pain, and the sound of a voice in my head telling me it would be alright. I thought it was the Emergency Medical Technician whom had spoke, my head was so confused. Saundra Copeland was the Emergency Medical Technician I remembered speaking to me the most she had a calm soothing voice; Saundra had been the first to find me and she stroked my hair away from my face and whispered in my ear as they worked on me. I would be told later that I was screaming and wouldn't stop the whole time, at least not until my throat was so raw that I could form no sound and it was only when Saundra stroked my hair that I would calm the slightest.
I remained in the hospital for months, they did a few skin grafts but most of it they said would be better if it healed on its own, I would not be able to wear skimpy clothing without the scars showing however they would be minimal and not so angry as time would pass.
The plastic surgeon whom worked on me was much like Saundra, she showed me a few magic tricks and gained my attention and my trust, I listened to her as she spoke and her words comforted me, she was very much like my father in that regard. I agreed to the surgery she had suggested and knew her simple little hand tricks were her way of breaking the ice, even after the surgery she would stop by with a new little hand trick here and there to brighten my day. Now that I think back on it, it was as if she knew just when I was having a bad day, through the trauma of the fire I had blocked out all memories up until the time Saundra had found me, all I could remembered was fire and a fear so strong it threatened to suffocate me with in its grasp every time I would close my eyes. 366Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPj3phwWC6W
I had eventually trained my body to awaken just before the dreams would take hold and the fear would engulf me, I could go weeks with very little sleep; only to fall into a deep dreamless sleep and sleep for a full forty-eight hours shortly after that. It would then be back to very little sleep for a few weeks. This would concern my family doctor some but he never mentioned this to me or to the ones whom would become my caregivers. I was taken into an orphanage that was supported by several of the churches in the community, none of which were allowed to be the dominate factor yet all tried to be, very quickly I was turned off religion all together, I had already been questioning how a benevolent GOD could let bad things happen to such innocent people as my brother and sisters, that is when I began to believe in Karma.
I lived at the orphanage from the day I was released from the hospital until the day I turned eighteen and graduated High school, Mrs. Hawthorn was our caregiver, she ran the orphanage like a tight ship, everything had a place and so should be in it. Though she was strict I also know she was full of love for children, she had none of her ownand I can remember that one day I had asked her why she didn't have a family of her own. She simply replied. "well my dear Stephanie. You see my husband died before we could begin a family of our own, so now here I am with all this love, don't you know, and no family to give it to. So I asked myself, 'Maggy me darlin, what would be the best way to put your skills to work?' and of course I answered myself 'well Maggy old gal, taking care of those whom have no family of their own to do so, don't ya know?'" She patted me on the shoulder smiled her warmest smile gave me a cookie and shewed me out the door to play. From that day forward I knew I would have at least one friend in the orphanage. 366Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb3rWlkTg0l
