When I was four, I was
taken to the foster system. I can’t remember anything before that and have
tried to forget everything since. I had nothing to tell me about my family. All
I had when I entered were bruises, well that’s what they told me at the home.
I had never directly been
involved with the law, at least never got caught. I was good at covering my
tracks.
I
heard a click behind me. The noise startled me as I spun toward the door where
the noise came from.
“Oh! Mr. Randal you
startled me.”
“What
are you doing?” He questioned.
“I
heard you wanted to speak to me.” It was the first thing that came to mind. It
was always better to throw the conversation back on them, make them feel like
they have to come up with a reason.
“Who
told you that?”
“Ms.
Larney” I picked the weirdest teacher I could think of, it would make it more believable. “She said you were looking for me.”
“How
did you get in?” I smiled momentarily as I understood Mr. Randal was not a
fool.
“Through
the door. Well, if you weren’t looking for me I will just go.”
Quickly,
before I could react, Mr. Randal reached across the room and grabbed my head in
the palm of his hand. A surge of energy coursed through me. It felt like the
rushing of cool water through my veins. Little violent shocks ran about my body
upon his contact. My vision was distorted and all saw were blurry images.
I didn’t know how long
that occurred, but it was odd. I had a deep feeling that I went somewhere else
entirely. I left his office, but not physically, more so in my mind. I saw my
life passing before me. Images and emotions flew past; even physical pain
coursed in my joints, simulating severe growing pains. I saw people who I felt
strong attachments to, but never met. Then as briefly as they came they were
ripped away.
One image, so far the
most vivid and powerful dominated my mind. I sat in a hard backed wooden chair,
in an elegant room. The chair was the only part of the room not lavishly
decorated, the molding was carved with intricate circled patterns and the
armchairs against the wall were cushioned and made of exquisite leather. Before
me sat a panel of men. They wore suits and although it was not dark they faces
were shadowed. Every person I had seen so far their faces were recognizable,
but not these ones. They were upset and it was at me. Every instinct told me to
move, but no matter what I thought my legs remained stuck to the sunlit marble
floor.
“Don’t lie to me!” One
man screamed as he stood.
I scampered to my feet
and knocked the chair to the ground as I ran from them, but I heard a screaming
shot and I fell. The floor was hard and the vision was beginning to fade, as a
stream of blood began to stretch past my face. Everything went black and red.
The images had ended and Professor
Randal was holding my arm supporting my weight. I was back in his office.
“Are you okay?” he asked
looking at me oddly.
“Yea, just a dizzy
spell.” Did he have a clue what happened?
“Okay, well just go take
a seat then.” I politely excused myself. I assured him I would be okay as I
left.
It seemed as though years
had passed, but it was just moments from what I gathered.
I
have heard so many people say that if they saw their future they would change
it. I myself believe that is not true.
My name is Matthew Larkin
and I had the chance to change mine, but ignored my warning and believed it was
just a dream.
