I lose count of questions. I never ask.
No one would understands.
Just who would believe?
Visions appear right in front of my eyes when I turn 16. I wasn't even sure if that was... me.
I saw myself lost in white night gown stained with blood, standing barefoot in the bed of roses under the night sky as the moon shines brighter than usual, the bed of roses become a garden of blood.
The me, was lost staring.
I look up ahead of... me.
And a chill runs through my body.
I felt astound from the person holding a sword pointing at 'the me'.
Because the one pointing the sword at 'the me' was me.
Before long, I thought it was a prediction until one cold, snowy night back on my way home selling monster meat down the mountain.
I see soldiers at the foot of the mountain, and I don't want to get involved, for someone who has lived in the mountains my whole life, I rerouted my way home and went to choose the dark forest where not many tried to go int. Not long after, I saw someone unconscious.
'Do not get involved'
'Do not get involved'
'MUST NOT GET INVOLVED'
"Argh." I puffed out air and went near. I first touch the neck to feel pulse as its face back into mine.
'I wonder how you are still alive.' It's clothes were cut halves, which made me easily see the deep wounds, which surely will leave a scar.
'Let's get this over with' I put both my hands on the wound and do what will save him. A light flashes through the process, and when the light fades, the wounds have healed.
'I'm done.' I stood up and was about to turn around when I remember 'for someone who has a long hair, you're a boy' out of curiosity, I wonder what he looks like.
I bent over to him, and to my suprise, he flinched.
When he didn't move, I looked over, but his hair was in the way, I stretched my hand to move it when he caught it.
A surprise was an understatement.