The stars shined on the soft brown grass, signaling winters chill had come and the warmth of summer had left. I watched the small cotton colored rabbits scamper through the tall grass as I drew the moon, such a beautiful thing, almost as beautiful as the familiar flicker of candles making shadows on the walls of my room.

I turned away from the window and looked around my dark colored room, the only light being the vanilla scented candle on the dresser. It looked….Plain….As if it was a guest room, Or as my Grandmother had said, dead. I pushed through the curtains that were my only privacy and thought about the events leading to this point in my life…The heartbreak, confusion, denial. I had denied that I was special, different than others in my community. Well, I know now that it’s true. For if it wasn’t what caused the second thoughts, strong attractions to…Him.

Walking towards the kitchen, I think about everything that had changed over the last couple of weeks….Things that had happened so fast and without warning. One second, I’m a perfectly normal sixteen year old girl, the next, something more. Much more than even Gran had imagined. Touching the rough white walls as I walk, I think about what it would be like to have a “Normal” life now, much different than I would want now that I know things. I pull open the fridge door and look at everything I have, making a note that I’ll need to go shopping soon. I grab the pitcher of tea and pour myself a glass. Marveling at the crisp cool feeling that flitters through my body momentarily, then smiling ironically and leaning against the counter.

Memories of the biting chill of the water rip through my mind, causing me to clutch the counter and try to center myself. The memories, they feel so real sometimes. Well…they were real. I force my body to relax slowly, reminding myself that it IS only a memory. Then I wonder around the house aimlessly until I hear the shrill sound of the door bell. I set down my hardly touched tea and sprint towards the door, throwing it open and jumping into the arms of the person there. The person, that saved my life…In so many ways.