*scene continued. Would've been way to long for one chapter so I had to split it. Enjoy!*
"Hey..."
I turn around and see my father, probably about my age now. He's talking to a girl.
Wait a minute... that's my mother! My beautiful, amazing mother! Her bright blonde curly hair is tied up into a messy bun, and her loveable blue eyes stand out brightly. My God, she was so young!
"Hey..." says my mother, pushing back a strand of her hair bashfully.
"Um, Anthony!" exclaims my father putting out his hand for a handshake. My mother snickers, placing her hand in my father's hand, shaking it.
"Amelia." she says, softly.
"Oo! Cold hands!" exclaims my father. My mother snickers embarrassed.
As the visions go on and on, it seems like everything around me has started to get windy. My hair is blowing softly, but I can just feel that it's about to get so, so windy.
"Oh my Gosh... it's a girl..."
I turn around swiftly, and see my mother in a hospital bed, and my father hovering over it. By my mother's position, it seems like she had just given birth seconds ago... to me...
Cries of a baby echo through the endless space, as my parents gaze at me for the first time.
I walk up close enough to the vision.
My mother cradles my newborn self, my father with his hand on me. I see newborn me, and then look at my father.
His happiness looks real. I don't think I've ever seen real looking happiness on him...
"What's her name?" asks a doctor at the end of the bed, who had just delivered me.
"We agreed on one name, boy or girl. Sawyer," says my mother. She looks up at my father. My father smiles passionately. "Sawyer Ann Harble..."
I stare passionately, when the vision quickly withers away. I back up, not expecting it to go away that soon.
"You have a child to look after, Anthony! In case you've forgotten!"
I turn around and see a vision of my father, working at a desk, incredibly messy with papers, pins, and pencils. Next to him is my mother, holding me close as a baby, and crying very loudly.
"I, I know!" yells Anthony stressed out. "I haven't! I haven't forgotten! I just need to focus a lot of other things too!"
"You won't even tell me about these... things you're studying! You're keeping too many secrets from me! It's time for you to share them to me!" yells my mother.
"I am not doing this now, Millie! Just go feed her, and we'll deal with this later!' shrieks my father, suddenly slamming his hands onto one of the desks. The bang echoes through the entire space, as it's getting more windier by the minute. The vision once again withers away, and fades.
"D'AAAAAAHHHHHH!"
Making me jump, I turn around, see a vision of my father at the same exact desk... except a lot more angier. His hair is ruffled and sweaty, as he angrily and repeatedly slams his fists on the desk in anger.
He then flails his arms across the desk, throwing everything off. Every paper, every pencil, every book, everything.
I stare shaking my head. That's certainly a memory my father hasn't kept from me. Before it even withers away, I already hear the next voice, me needing to keep my balance from the how the frantic magical winds get stronger.
"Your idea is absolute genius, how did you come up with such a thing?"
I turn around, as seen my father is sitting in a chair, and another man sitting across from him in another chair. A lot of people are crowding around my father, with very advanced cameras and microphones of all sizes.
"Well I wouldn't call my idea genius, I was just doing what was right for our world. I knew someone had to do something to protect our citizens of the planet." says Anthony.
What the hell is he talking about?
Then it hits me.
I know exactly what he's talking about...
This has to be when I was around nine months old, and he created the campus for all Children born in 2042 to be sent to this campus.
"Can I...?" says Anthony pointing to the cameras to talk to people out there. The interview nods. He turns to the cameras that the whole world must be watching. "Listen. If any of you out there has had a child within the last nine months... you all are in great danger. Please hand over your children, if they even show the slightest bit of power within them. Within the last eight months, children from all over the world have put everyone's lives around them at risk. Parents have reported their children with burning tension in their bodies, cries so loud to shatter glass. Please. If you have a child out there doing anything beyond abnormal, you need to contact me. And if you end up keeping your child away..."
The cameras in the memory turn and pan to a clip playing on a TV in the back. The TV withers into the vision so I can see for myself.
I suddenly see a graphic clip where a crying mother is on the ground desperately holding onto her baby as tight as she can... when guards are standing over her, aggressively but gently trying to physically take her baby out of her arms. Once the guard grabs a hold of the baby, he goes off with her, as the mother is held back.
"We already have the government on the move, able to track every single child. People willing to step up and save each of our countries. The TV then fades to a picture, which makes me jump from disturbance.
It shows a guard standing from the inside of a truck, and unconscious babies in incubators lined up against the wall of the truck.
"If you try to keep your children... there will be consequences to your life," evily says my father. I stare at his face, horrific anger swirling through me. "May your child live a better... easier... safer life. Kept from hurting everyone, and live in a place they are welcomed to be in... for all of their lives..."
"Son of a bitch..." I mumble to myself. Once that memory withers away it gets so windy, I have to hold out my hands in front of my face. Greyish-violet dust and smoke swirling all around me.
"You can't do this do my family, Anthony!"
I turn around and see Anthony, fighting with another woman. She has dark brown hair, almost black, and bright hazel eyes. She's wearing a long white lab coat. Doctor maybe?
Anthony turns around and snaps at her.
"I will do anything it takes to get that source from you!" he hisses. "ANYTHING!"
Source?! What?! Holy shit...! Holy shit! That woman must be involved with the source I'm trying to find! Oh my God... Oh my God! Oh my GOD!
The woman... I wonder if I can find her! I need to find her for the source! I need to find the source! What if they aren't the flowers?!
The vision withers away to quickly for me to think of anything else.
That's when multiple frantic echoing voices are now going nonstop, each visual memory playing at the same time. I look around me, absolutely overwhelmed with the amount the pool is showing me of my father's life.
I barely hear sentences along the lines, as I put my hands on the sides of my face, shutting my eyes tightly.
"Are you crazy?!"
"They are our children!"
"I am saving our world, Millie!"
"It's Master Harble to you..."
"We got an orange rage over here!"
"Nothing will ever stop me..."
And then, as if it's all been sucked away in an instant... everything stops. I slowly open my eyes and move my hand. I look around, confused and disoriented.
It's gotten dark in the endless space. Nothing back blackness.
Is it done? Was that all the visions to see?!
I then hear a faint little voice. I turn around.
This vision is very far away. All I see are two figures, almost looking like lights.
I slowly walk toward it, uneasy but determined to see what the final vision will hold.
I hear playful sounding voices coming from one of them. There's a full grown human, and a smaller baby.
No... no no it can't be...
The closer I am to them, the more I think I know what it is. I already feel tears form in my eyes. I'm horrified and incredibly sad.
That's my father.... with a baby that looks about one year old. The baby has her hands wrapped in these white bandages that looks like gloves, and a bandaid on her arm from an IV.
She looks happy...
That baby is me...
Anthony has a very happy looking face crouching down at me. He puts his face up close to mine, covering them both with his hands.
"Wheeeeeere's Sawyer? Wheeeeeere's Soybean?" he playfully says, his voice echoing through the space. He moves his face and hands playfully gasping. "There she is!"
My baby self laughs hysterically, as my father does it over and over again.
Tears drip from my eyes.
I've felt severe pain. Very, very severe pain...
But this is the pain that's hurt the most.
My father in this vision looking like the most caring, loving, wonderful father in the world, playing with my innocent, unknowingly, gullible one year old self...
My father had so many plans for me... and my little, precious smile didn't know any of that.
That's when I start to sob silently, tears nonstop falling down my cheeks.
"All right, it's time for her checkup," says a doctor coming in a picking my one year old self up. "Say bye-bye to da-da."
My baby self waves to my dad, letting out a very sloppy. "Bye-bye."
"Bye-bye sweetie." says my father. I look at him.
For the very first time in my life... I finally know what made him this way.
The cold, dark, selfish Anthony broken ever since his mother's death and father's abuse... thinking he can have everything... but all he did was pass on his grief, his role as a victim of abuse to me...
The doctor and my baby self wither away... leaving just my father to see. I see the back of him as he just stands. He lets out a sigh, pondering.
I stare at him, just thinking the same exact question that's been answered for me... I had just saw my father's life of utter hell...
But then the real hell breaks loose.
The vision of my father slowly starts to turn around.
No... no he can't...
He has turned all the way around... fear instantly slides up my skin... when his eyes are staring directly at me.
It startles me, putting me in shock. At first I don't think it's real... but then I slowly start to believe it is real, going from shock to fear. Utter, terrible, wrenching fear.
Is this the vision or is he really staring at me?!
His jaw hangs half open, his eyes wide and watering, looking like he's about to charge at me, making me absolutely horrified.
I start backing up, my voice getting so panicky it lets out little screeches.
He fully turns around... and takes a booming step toward me, the same wide eyed expression on his face.
NO! NO! NO! This can't be happening!!
I step back terrified.
"No no no no no no no, please! Please!" I shriek. He takes another step toward me, each step adding more fear. "No! NO!"
I back up even faster, as his walking becomes faster.
"No! No! Not today! Please not today! You're not not here! I'm supposed to be away from you! Please!" I shriek holding my hand out trying to keep him away. He walks even faster toward me, his facial expression slowly starting to look even more like a monster. "I can't keep doing this! Leave me alone!"
He gets even faster and faster.
I never fight back. I'm always too afraid to fight back.
This can't be real! I have to be having a nightmare! It's not real! Harper never told me this could happen!
"No! No! NO! NO! D'ahh!" I struggle.
The floor suddenly sticks to my feet, causing me to trip... and my body flies to the ground.
I turn around on the floor, and starting scooting back.
But it's too late. My father is towering over me, looking at down at me, looking like he's ready to kill me.
I stare up at him, as a dark dome seems to surround him and I, creating darkness and pressure.
This might be my chance... my chance to finally fight back.
I swing my arm out in front of me, trying to create a bending force from my mind to possibly throw him back, letting out a, "R'ahh!"
I expect him to be flown backward into the air... but instead I get a giant impact clasp my forearm.
I look down at my arm, and see that his fist has clutched onto me. I look back up at him.
He's real! He's so real! Without a shadow of a doubt real!
I start to panic and let out fast breathes, struggling to get my arm out. I clench my fist, trying to move my arm the slightest bit out of his palm, but his arm is like stone.
"Ah! Ahh! No! Arah!" I moan, struggling. He tenses his face, keeping a hold of my arm, as his other hand starts to rise up to me. He's about to do it! Increase the burns on my back! I struggle as much as I can, trying to pull out my strengthening enhancement. "Aaahh! Get off me! Aah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Eragh!"
His hand gets closer.
I want this to stop! I need all of this to stop! I want to go back! Please just let me go back! I need to go back!!
"Ahh! Ahh! No! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" I moan.
But then the least expected happens... he lets go of me... causing my entire body to come flying backward...
I feel my hands clutch onto this thin metal chain. A necklace? From around my father's neck. It snaps off suddenly, as I clutch it in my hands.
As if all floor has disappeared... I'm suddenly falling as it's a bottomless pit... I feel no surface... and just air.
My father stares down at me, giving that satisfied, intimidating look.
I start to scream, a shine in my vision from tears, as my limbs sprawl out like a doll. My father's eyes become dragon eyes, the farther I start to fall.
Where am I falling? Where am I going?! I can't stop falling! Tension builds up from my back, leading to my stomach.
As I stare at my father while falling, his face is starting to look like it has blurred slits forming, until he becomes a total blur. I then start finding it harder to breathe, as my skin feels more moist.
Oh my God.
I'm going back.
The pool is sending me back.
My body starts to flip upside down, now completely unable to breath, my vision blurred, my body soaked, my body rising faster and faster and faster until...
I finally find myself above the surface of the Pool of Revelations to reality, gasping for air in a terrified tone.
Panicking, I look around disoriented. I start to let out screams.
I'm back in Harper's home!
I turn, and then see Eli crouching down in front of the pool reaching out for me.
"Sawyer!" he repeatedly exclaims. "Sawyer! It's okay, come here!"
"Eli!" I scream.
I suddenly feel a force glide me all the way up to the surface, falling into Eli's arms.
"Sawyer! I'm here, I'm here..." soothes Eli as he helps me out of the water.
"Eli!" I cry. I need to get out of this pool. Right. Now. "Eli..."
I'm finally on hard surface and fall into Eli. I clutch onto his arms as he holds me close. I instantly start to sob, the many, many images of the father still in my head.
I can't believe that just happened. I just saw the truth of my father... in the most horrid way possible... Oh Dad...