CHAPTER ONE LETS GO If you haven’t read the prologue that’s probably why this doesn't make sense to you Hope you enjoy (: ___________________________________________________ ⬇️⬇️⬇️ Chapter one 8 years later… I jolt awake. I inhale deeply. I can breathe. Im okay. Wish I could say the same for whoever THAT was. I sit up. What a weird dream. I’ve been having dreams like that every night. Mind you, I’m not complaining. It’s better than before. Although they feel more like memories than dreams. But not my memories. Someone else’s. I rub my face with my palms. Maybe I should inform my mind demons to choose better memories. They could at least TRY to help me sleep. I yawn. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever really slept in my life. Hmmm. Maybe my mind demons deserve a reward for keeping me awake each night. They’ve certainly done a good job of it. It takes me a minute to realize I’m not in the bedroom of my dream. It’s still dark outside, probably early in the morning. My internal clock says its about 1:37. I groan and flop onto my poorly stitched pillow. Ugh. Arizona is THE WORST. I’m going to skip this state next time I’m on the run.
I’ve never stayed in one place for longer than two weeks. At my best, its three. At my worst, its more like three or two days. But it is SO. HOT. I pull down my sleeping bag for the fiftieth time. You’d think I would keep it down, but then it gets COLD. So I pull them back up but then it gets HOT. I’m staying in an apartment, like I usually do, but I overheard the workers talking about the air conditioning malfunctioning or something. So here I am. Uuuuugggghhhhh. Maybe I should move again. Somewhere that’s just the right temperature. Hmmm. Hawaii didn’t last too long; there was a group there who saw my mutant form and called me a “demon” and “devil’s child” and other nonsense like that. It’s really too bad. I liked it there. I think I need to go to a mid-temperature place. Not too hot, not too cold. I used to think its really not that hard to find places like that, and its still not. It just the PEOPLE I’m worried about. I’ve been to almost every state in the US. Including all the small towns and cities. And almost every single person in all of those places has seen me on the news without my disguise at least once. Which really sucks, because it took me 3 years to finally get it right. My sigh is muffled by the pillow. I could try to go back to Las Vegas, it was pretty fun there. I loved beating up people who tried to steal my wallet. I don’t usually beat people up. It’s not that I don’t want to; its just that when I do, the opponent ends up with their head smashed into the pavement. Maybe that’s why I can't go back to Las Vegas. I’m getting cold again. Argh, it would be SO SATISFYING to go and punch the air conditioning guy IN THE FACE. I reluctantly pull my bag back up. Alright. Keep thinking. Maybe New York? It’s only, what, a couple billion miles away? I could probably get there in about a day, if I took a few breaks sitting in the backs of trucks. I’ve been to New York before, but only for about a day, then there was this crazy alien invasion and I had to leave. But they must be gone by now, right? Okay. I nestle into a little more comfortable position. I’ll pack up tomorrow. I close my eyes. Memories nag at my mind, trying to envelope my thoughts. Shut up, demons.
