it's been awhile, hasn't it?
well guess what I'm doing starting this summer?
that's right, I'm writing a sequel!
I don't know what to name it quite yet, so I'm just going to call it "Sequel" for now.
so here's my first chapter, fresh off the press. click "Read More" and enjoy!
-K
I know I’m having the dream again,
but I can’t wake myself up. The ones I care about all look at me with disgusted
faces, repeating the same phrase: “It’s all your fault, all your fault, all
your fault…”
When I shoot out of the nightmare,
I barely manage to not scream. I clench the covers, and sigh. I look over at my
clock, which reads 3:56 A.M. I reach for my tablet and turn it on. I log onto
LikeIt, just so I can’t go back to sleep. Not surprisingly, not a single person
is on. After looking at some pictures of cute kittens and people’s statuses to
calm myself, I see a little chat notification pop up. I can feel my eyes widen
when I saw it was Marc.
Marc Gillwater, the very guy who
annoys the hell out of me, saved my life several times and has a crush on me,
is trying to chat with me in the wee hours of the morning. I haven’t been able
to talk to him as often as he probably would’ve liked ever since he moved out
of town. I’ve been trying to have a normal, uneventful life ever since I
destroyed Chronos and stopped a worldwide epidemic. Of course, I get publicity
since I did write an exposé about myself and my role in the epidemic (before, I
had stuck with the codename Chimera), but normally I’m left alone. I take a
moment to think whether I should reply, when he writes, “hey, are you alive
over there?” I just had to reply now.
me: yeah. what’s up?
Marc: nothing much. you couldn’t sleep either?
me: no, I just decided to randomly wake up at 4 in the
morning and log onto LikeIt just because.
Marc: you’re being sarcastic again, aren’t you?
me: no duh.
Marc: …
me: sorry. I’ve just been getting the same nightmare over
and over again, and I’m not in a great mood. what about you? I haven’t seen you
on at all.
Marc: it’s fine. and nothing really, just same old same old.
haven’t you found things boring lately?
me: no…why?
Marc: well, after the entire adventure last month, hasn’t
everything been so mediocre? normal life is so boring.
me: I much prefer having a boring life where I’m not
constantly threatened.
Marc: but don’t you want to be a saviour again? do some good
in the world?
I was starting to get a little
annoyed. I wanted to put all of that behind me. First, the nightmares weren’t
letting me off, and now even Marc wants to keep on remind me about it.
me: I did my share. no, even more than my share. some other
hero can take my job, I don’t want it. it’s hard enough being an average
teenager, but having to worry about the world too is overwhelming. I’ve been
trying to be normal, and I don’t need you to turn upside down again!
Marc: I thought you were better than that.
He suddenly logs off, leaving me
alone. I bury my head in my hands. This is the first time I’ve talked with Marc
in a month, and I totally blew it. I really hadn’t meant to get mad, but I’m
just tired. Tired of having to deal with everyone looking at me either
skeptically or in awe. Tired of having to know that so many people died before
I could do anything about it. Tired of feeling guilty when I hear about
something I thought I could stop. I wanted to go back to being the Kaya Song
before all of this. I wanted to be the person that didn’t have to deal with
nightmares and remorse.
I collapse back into a lying
position. I stare back up at the ceiling, shadows playing as an occasional car
passes by. Out of the shadows, I could see a battle scene, the battle between
Chronos and Chimera that I had witnessed only a month before. A month…it’s hard
to believe it’s been that long. I place my arm on top of my eyes to block out
everything. I fall into a fitful daze until my alarm clock went off.
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