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Once Upon a Time

I have a new story for you lovely people! Its a little dark, twisted and very confusing, but hopefully you will like it. It is about a girl who was always watching, never being able to be brought into a place where she can have friends and live happily. She thinks she is never noticed, but there is a twist at the end. And I think this is one of my best stories so far. 
Its short, but it's meaningful. On with the Story!
Enjoy!

Dangerously Close to Falling:

Watching from the sidelines, you see much more than people think you do. The looks people shoot others, whether they are looks of love and admiration. Or looks of hatred and disgust.

You see the unspoken truths behind every relationship, with every person. You can count the secrets you have seen being shared and make yourself fall asleep. You think that if you were one of those people, the ones sharing their secrets, you would be a little bit more normal.

But then you push yourself back to reality, scolding yourself for the dreams of someone who could be seen as normal. But you will never be normal.

On the sidelines of life, you watch the bad choices people make, the way they trust the wrong people, getting hurt when the ones they trusted break it. You see the small cracks in the people’s perfect faces, the smiles forced and almost breaking. You see the unshed tears in the eyes of almost every girl walking around the schools halls.  You will see the bruises along a boys neck, or the cuts on a girls arms. You can see the façade coming down. A perfect world crumbling down, those who are in it are unaware of the damage that is being done.

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Coming back into a family is hard. After watching the way teens ridicule each other throughout the day, you have to wonder what the parents at home do to make their lives a little better.

The mother, in the kitchen, cooking a meal for the night. The father, standing in the garage trying to fix his car after coming home from work.  The younger siblings, teasing each other and pulling hair. The older siblings, locked in their rooms and have music blasting through the walls.

A family that works just like any other.  But behind the scenes you see the little tear tracks down the mothers face and the way the younger children are scared of their dad. You think you know what lies behind the door of your older siblings room, but that's until you hear the muffled cries and pain.

You don’t know where you fit into this family picture, if you do at all. But what matters is that you can see all the hidden emotions behind their faces. You, the middle child, the one who is yet again invisible to the world.  You pray that it won’t always be like this. But you know in the back of your mind that it probably won’t.

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When your dreaming, everything is perfect. You get to be in the life of everyone else. Play a different roll then you do in reality. You pretend to be the head girl, or a cheerleader. A drama student or one of the athletic students who win all the awards.

You dream of how you will break the chains of which hold you down.  You see yourself as a star, being begged to play a new leading roll or to sing a new song and release an album. You write your own books, that sell out as soon as they hit the shelves. The way the people of the world know your name, when just a few days before, they didn’t know you even existed.

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You wake up, flung back into the cruel reality of your life. You eat the flavourless breakfast, drink down some water. Pack a lunch and head to school.  You face the crowds of kids who unknowingly walk through you, not seeing you because you blend into the walls.

You have to ignore your dreams through school You work extra hard during class, so that you will have a good future.  The grades you get though are barely letting you pass. You see the way you’re slowly falling down, not going to get the future you deserve. So you push yourself to the next level, almost at an extreme.  You get the looks, the ones that say ‘ your just going to fail’ when really, you just want to succeed at something. You try to ignore the looks. Even if they are the only looks you will get.

Teachers, know how hard you work, and yet they still want to push you harder. They see you struggle, drowning in the work, but they still don’t want to save you with a life line. No, they only help you sink faster. Much like teens, adults can be cruel too. It doesn’t matter if they’re older, debatably wiser, they still use the habitats they grew up with.

You don’t want to be here. You want to be in a new place, somewhere you can start again. But everywhere you look, its all the same. The same torment is there, hiding in the corners of the room, ready to pounce on the next unknowing victim.  You just hope it’s not going to be you… again.

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You sit looking back on your life, the way you always managed to blend in. How even though you were an achiever academically, no on would notice or care.  But as years continued you would be the one who would stand out, highest marking graduate, get into the best university. About to graduate, and then poof, I just disappear.  No one knows where to. They think it is just some random walk about, that I’ll come back ready to graduate form uni. Then a few months pass, and they still haven’t seen me. I am meant to graduate in a week, and still people are only just starting to worry about what’s going on with me. They call but I don’t answer. Eventually the voice mail gets full, so they call the cops.

The cops ask a lot of questions, like if anyone would want to hurt me, or if I had a problem with mental disease. Then they ask the question “ Why didn’t you come and tell us she was missing in the first month she was gone?” no one speaks then.

The family and friends who went to the police all look ashamed. But they never did care about me.

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Graduation night comes, and everyone is hoping I’ll just turn up to get my awards. It was a false hope and they knew it.  The night goes by, the principle calls my name a few times before giving up and moving on.  You see the long cast faces of my family, the way my little sister is crying into my dads shoulder, with our mum.  

The police stop by the house that night. They’ve found a body, they think it’s mine. But they can’t be sure until they get the autopsy done.  Mum loses it and collapses in hysterics. My brothers try to comfort her but will all know its too late for that.

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The following day they get the call. It’s not me, its somebody else. A girl, just like me, same age, height, race. We could have been twins, if it weren’t for our eyes, they’re the only things that's different.

The family get a quick glance at hope, but then its gone, because they tell them there was another body found nearby. And this time, it was me.

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They still haven’t found out who killed me and the other girl. But they haven’t stopped trying. Every couple of months, another body will turn up, a girl who is just like us, same age, height, race. But the eye colour will be different .

I hope they catch him, if not for me but for the girls, the ones who are just like me. The ones who would be watching from the sidelines her whole life, seeing everything. It really quite sad how I spent my whole life thinking I was never noticed, only to be murdered because of the way I looked.

I was close to falling through the cracks into the world I always wanted to be in, only to be grabbed by the throat and pushed back.

I hope i didn't scare you all or confuse you too much. But with Halloween coming, it was time for something a little darker. 
See you all next time 

Becca

So, this was meant to be up on Saturday, but some family came down and stayed for the weekend so i didn't get the chance to post this. This is has been a very busy week. Just started back at school, so i'm catching up on work, whilst alos writing stories for this and doing assignments and stuff like that. 
Anyway, this is a little side story for Becca, from Hero's Core, but it is only pt.1 meaning that it is nowhere near finished. Sorry guys, i have been working on this story for the last three months, it's a lot harder then it looks to work things out and try to create the perfect plot. But this isn't perfect, so yeah.
On with the story!

Becca’s Side Story Pt.1

It was almost too cold for me to get up.  I didn’t want to get up to go for my run through the dark forest that grew outside. It was still dark out, and it was freezing cold outside thanks to the grey snow. Snow had always seemed so depressing to me. I always associated it with smoke when the snow was grey.

I was staying at my families ski cabin in the Alps for the Christmas break before I had to go back to school.

“A nice ski trip will do you some good” were my mother’s exact words. They barely even knew what I did at night let alone that I had dyed my hair the way it was. My sister Jenny wouldn’t come out on the ski trip. She had told our parents that she had too much to do between college and work for her to go. But I knew better than that. Jenny hated our parents almost as much as myself.

Maybe hate wasn’t the right word, despise would probably be better. Either way neither of us two could stand our parents.

Thankfully though I was skiing for the whole day while my parents did other things around the resort near by. They owned it after all.

So the only time I had to see my mum and dad was during dinner, of which they ate at the resorts finest table, and then I would leave to go and join a late night ski class or something.

Anyway, I got out of bed and put on my thermals to go for a run to the resort and use the gym in there. After which I would come back to the cabin after a run around the area for a few minutes and have a nice hot shower.

Exiting the cabin I could tell my parents were still asleep and in their beds. I could still hear my mother snoring and my father giving off little huffing sounds in his sleep, it was funny how it was backwards, men were the ones who were meant to snore.

Opening the cabin’s door I slowly crept out to be met by the blast of a cold wind. It was, in a way, quite refreshing. My head turned to the left knowing there would be a person waiting there. There always was, but that was okay because it was Melanie. Her mum was a part of the Heroes Heart Core. A magician of sorts, mystical powers derived from the Greek god Circe.

“Morning Mel, coming on the run?” Obvious question if you had asked me, but hey, you never know with this girl.

“ I was thinking I would. You know, shake things up a little. Want to have a race? The first one back here after running around the whole resort wins,” Her voice was light and teasing, as if she knew I would lose.

“ Your on!” and with that we both started racing around the place. No one cared about it because we were just two teens, and a few people recognised me as being a Grange, daughter to the owners.  

I had pulled infront a few metres back but I knew that Mel had something up her sleeve, she always did. As I turned to run around a tree, one of its branches bent down to cut me off and make me trip.

“ Hey! Mel, you know the deal no powers!” But the younger girl just giggled as she continued to run past me. She was only thirteen, so she didn’t always play by the rules when it came to a lot of things. I had a feeling she would like Scar very much because of that.

Getting up I continued to run, but I took the shortcut between two of the cabins the Mel didn’t notice. I saw her continue to run in a straight line further ahead. Diving between them I sprinted through and managed to pull out infront again, with Mel nowhere to be seen.

“Now whose the one cheating,” I look up and see that Mel is levitating right above my head.

“ Hey! Come down before someone see’s you!” I jump and grab a hold of her ankle and yank her from the sky.  A short yelp escaped her lips as she landed in the snow. I took off running again not waiting to see her get up.

I could see my cabin just a few metres away so I sped up as much as I could. Only to find that Mel was leaning against the railing on the porch.

“ Let me guess, I was racing a doppelganger that whole time,”

“ Well, yeah. Mum has been working with me to make the spell stronger. Have the doppelganger more life like and more like me,” She passed me a cup of water and a chocolate bar. “ Guess it worked too. You didn’t know it wasn’t me that whole time,” The younger girl was smiling ear to ear. I was happy for her that she had managed such a thing as she had been working on it for a few months now but never could get it quite right.

“Well, whatever. I still beat your doppelganger.  So when are you leaving to go back to Jancoast City? “

“ This afternoon. Mum said she’s needed back, you know, with dad gone it’s been harder for her. She’s trying to keep busy,” Melanie’s dad was killed in action a few weeks ago. Her mum wasn’t taking it so well. She grieved but she also denied time off from the good fight. Mel could barely keep it together when she saw her dad was dead, she watched the whole fight on the news.

“Yeah, how are you handling things, and don’t bother lying to me,”

“ I’m not to great either but I figure dad would want me working on my magic and living my life. Not crying in a ball,”

“ Yeah. If you need to talk you know how to reach me,”

“ Of course,” She gave me a hug and then continued with, “ I have to go and pack, we’re leaving soon and there’s still a lot I have to do,”

“ Ok, but I’ll come and visit you in a few weeks, you know, for a movie night or something. I could even bring Raven along, she’s dying to meet you,”

“ Sounds good, I want to meet her too. That girl is all sorts of powerful,”

“ Yeah, and she’s not bad as a friend either,” we both laugh at that and wave as she walks down the stairs and towards her cabin. 

“ See you soon,” and with that I was alone for the rest of this week. Which was to say three more days.

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“ How about you come and watch the movie with your father and I?”  I tried so hard not to laugh at my mother when she said that.

“ Sorry mum, but I said I would help teach all the juniors how to ski this afternoon. Besides, I’m not that interested in watching an old peoples film. More into the action ones, you know where there’s fighting and big explosions,”

“ Please tell me you’ll at least stay with us after dinner tonight. This is meant to be a family vacation,” Yeah, well we’re not much of a family are we? I ask myself as I walk to the door holding my skiing gear in one hand.

“I don’t know mum, why don’t you ask Jenny to join us? Oh wait! You did, and she said no,” rolling my eyes I leave, hearing my mother call out for me. I close my eyes and try to force back the oncoming tears. Walking through the snow the cold pierces my coat like shards of glass.  I always hated that feeling, but I loved the cold. It was weird but it was who I was.

Much like my powers. My parents didn’t know I had them. Nor did my sister, Jenny wasn’t even around enough to know that I was being held back this year. But that didn’t matter because she choose to leave, and I respect that.

No one asked why I was always out so late, or why I had bruises. No one questioned how I seemed to always disappear when there was trouble, or why I had so many friends from cities I had supposedly never been to. Especially my parents. It was like they didn’t even notice I existed anymore.  Ever since my baby brother died, he was only two. I had been fifteen when it happened, Jenny was just turning eighteen, we had a two year old brother, Caleb. He had gotten sick and his lungs stopped working in the night. We woke up the next morning to find him dead in his tiny little bed.

Since then, my parents have been fighting, Jenny and I have become more invisible to them, and my mum is always trying to have these ‘family’ times. Like when she makes Jenny come and visit, we have to spend the whole time together. It sucks.

Anyway, I was comfortable how I lived my life now. Fighting people like the criminals in Tyrene, it always made me calmer. And then I would go to school, have fun with friends, go home and do homework, then go and find Raven and train with her until we had to go on patrol.  And then there were family vacations and I had go away, but I still had lots of fun. Like now, I was heading over to the slopes to go and help all of the juniors get the hang of it. 

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“ You all got that? Bend your knees, keep yourself centred and you will be able to keep control,” Working with the kids was so much fun. There was this little boy, Jake, he was so cute. He fell down every now and then and would turn completely red before getting up and trying again.  “ Does anyone want me to help them?” I ask before seeing that a few of the girls did. “ Okay, I’ll be right over, get started and try your best!”

And with that I spent the next two hours helping little kids how to ski. Watching them reminded me of how Jenny had taught me a few years ago. Before Caleb died. She used to teach me new tricks and ways to ski every time we came here. Now, I taught others to ski.

“ Miss Becca! Help! Jake fell down the slope and we can’t see him anywhere!” Little Macy called out to me. Shaking me out of my memories and kick into action. I started down the slope and noticed the disturbance in the snow . Stopping I run over to find that Jake was knocked out buried under about two feet of snow.

Making the white noise I made the snow  move off the small boy and grabbed him in my arms. I raced up the slope and pulled the boy into the small shack that was built for those who got injured.

“Okay, lets get you warm hey?” I pulled out one of the thermal blankets and an electric blanket to wrap him in. Grabbing the radio from its spot on the wall I try to get a signal  to come up. “ This is Becca Grange, please send an emergency medical team up to the slopes shack, we have a small child who was knocked out and buried under the snow,”

“ Copy that, the team should be up there in a minute, what is the child’s name? We will contact his parents,”

“ Jake Tomick, eleven years old, staying here with his mother,”

“ Thank you Miss Grange,” and with that I went to see that Jake was still getting warmer. His temperature was almost back to normal temperature, but his head had been hit rather hard. He would have a concussion. I checked for any bleeding, but I couldn’t find any. Good sign, he will be fine. I tried to reassure myself but it was my fault as I wasn’t paying enough attention to him.

Not true, you had another twelve kids to watch as well, you can’t take all the blame for this. Logic was trying to win and I knew it was right, but I still had trouble not feeling really guilty.  

“ Becca, where is he?” Matt, one of the younger medical staff, asked me as he was carrying a bag full of medical gear.

“ Right here, he’s almost back to the right temperature, he is still unconscious but his head isn’t bleeding. He will probably have a concussion and possible hearing damage, I got him up here pretty quick, though I can’t be certain how long he was in the snow for,”

“ Well, you sure know how to do my job, but  it looks as though what you said is right. How did he get the hearing damage?”

“ Well, he hit his head, could cause problems with hearing. I mean we can’t be sure till he wakes up. You should get him to the infirmary back in the main building,”

“ Right. Your coming to the party tonight right?” Matt was now helping his partner, an older man Jonathan, get Jake onto a stretcher.

“ Like I’d miss it, now go, Jake needs some medical attention,” and with that the two medics were gone. I left the little shack to see all of the little kids waiting outside patiently for me.

“ Is he going to be okay?”  on of his friends asked.

“ Of course he is. Now how about we continue to practice your stances and balance while skiing hey?” and with that everything was normal.

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“ Becca, we need to talk,”

“ No, mum, what we need is a functional family,”

“ Don’t talk to your mother that way! Your lucky we even brought you along on this trip, don’t treat us with no respect,” Daddy dearest had decided to join us for this little talk.

“ Right, because that was what it was. And I can’t say I have any respect for you dad, you make weapons for a living. And did you forget, or something, I’m teaching skiing classes on this vacation. So, you don’t get to say anything bad about me,”

“ We heard what happened on the slopes today, your lucky you get to continue to teach that class,”

“ Right because one kid falling down the slope, by accident, out of the past few years I have been teaching these classes is something to make me feel bad about. Dad I don’t know where you get this idea I actually care what you think about me,”

“ Becca, you can’t mean that” my mum gasped as she spoke. Holding a hand to her heart, I knew I had hit one of her sore points.

“ Why do you think Jenny didn’t come? I hope you understand that if I had a choice I would leave just like her,” I spoke firmly, I was bluffing. I couldn’t leave, not yet anyway. But they didn’t know that.

“ Then why don’t you?!” Dad screamed. Now I’m in for it. I held back a smirk as I knew he was going to explode soon.

“ Because Dad, there’s this little law stating that all people’s under the age of eighteen must live with a legal parent or guardian. I may be eighteen but I still won’t be allowed to leave, I tried to,”

“ Well, whatever. You know that you are just incompetent,”

“ Thanks, but I think you meant smart and charming. Now, I promised a friend I would go and have dinner with them tonight,” Just as I turn to leave, my mother grabs my wrist and looks into my eyes, I can see the hurt in her eyes.

“ Promise me, that you will be safe and won’t do anything stupid,”

“ Sure mum, I promise,” giving her a quick hug I leave the cabin and rush round through the forest like area behind the cabins.

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Get your hands off my hips, ‘fore I punch you in the lips, stop your staring at my HEY! take a hint, take a hint. No you can’t buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think, I think you could use a mint, Take a hint, take hint.

The music was thumping as there was yelling everywhere. Me and a few guys were dancing together and singing along. The song matched us so well, that we just couldn’t help but muck around to it. 

“ You having fun?” Matt asks as we continue to dance.

“The most. I don’t remember the last time I went to a party like this!” I yell over the music.

“ Good! We wouldn’t want the boss’s daughter having a bad time,”

“ Right cause that’s totally what this is about,”

“ Well, maybe not. But it couldn’t hurt right?”

“ That’s not happening Matt, but nice try,” I laugh as we continue to dance together. Matt was a great guy, but I knew that he wanted to be more than friends with me.

“ Worth a shot. I’m going to get a drink, want to come?”

“Sure,” Following him to the table with the drinks and food, I notice someone watching everyone in the tree a little way out.  Better not tip him off, let’s just hope its just some random party crasher.  I send up a silent plea that I wouldn’t have to be Whitenoise again tonight. I was really enjoying myself.

That was until a knife was thrown through the air and cut my cheek…