Miracle

Chapter 10: Frozen Past

“Mama wait,” I stumbled after my mama, her long legs taking her faster away from me. Tears automatically rose to my large blue eyes but instead of mama coming back to wipe them away she kept climbing the stairs. I cried out as she shut the door on me and stretched my hand towards the high doorknob. I used all my strength to push the door open. “Mama?” I ran towards her, my chubby legs pumping with desperation.

“Run along Miracle,” she sighed sadly “Go to Papa,” she walked to the edge of the roof.

“Papas gone,” my lip quivered as I responded. “Come back Mama,”

“Gone,” she repeated with a faraway look “That’s right, Papas gone.” Mama lifted a leg over the railing, her white dress fluttering in the wind. For a moment she stopped moving and it looked like she was going to come down from the edge, but then she drew a deep breath and her eyes met mine “Stay safe Miracle,” she smiled, and let go.

“Mama!” I screamed, reaching a small hand out to her, my fingers grazed the tips of her hair as she fell like an angel from heaven. Then there was the sickening sound of a death. Silence laced with blood. I climbed clumsily over the high railing and jumped off to join my Mama. The wind whistled in my ears and stung my masked eyes. I squeezed my eyes close. Nothing happened. I looked around and I found that I was lying on an arc of water.

“Mama,” I moved towards my mother, hands outreached. The water collapsed with a splash. I kneeled at my mother’s side. Her eyes were open, a look of shock in them as if she was surprised that she had fallen. I shook her shoulders “Wake up, Mama, you can’t sleep out here.” I didn’t understand the concept of death at the time. A dark red stain started to spread from under her body which was twisted at inhuman angles.

“Mama, you’ve got a boo boo,” I kissed her wounds “boo boo fly away,” and blew on the twisted arm. She didn’t get up. “Mama get up,” I sobbed, wrapping my small arms around her neck “Wake up, wake up.” She lie still. “Don’t fall asleep,” I sniffed, my nose started to dribble, “Papa left but he’ll be back soon, we just need to put a band aid on Mama’s boo boo and he’ll come back,” I nodded, streaks of tears on my face.

“Mama!” I wailed, rocking back and forth, my small body hunched over her broken one.

She didn’t wake up. She never did again.

I looked down at my former self. Tears rose up and I bit down sharply on my cheek. Why was I seeing this? Was it because of the machine that the stupid old hag had set on me? I watched as the police came and were bewildered by the large mass of water surrounding a child and her dead mother. The sound of the siren sliced through the chilly night as they raced towards a hopeless cause.

The scene flashed and I was standing in the night streets of Swyncrest. “Hey aren’t you a pretty girl?” a pair of drunkards swaggered towards me. I was about ten at the time. I watched as my younger self clenched her fists and kept walking. “Wait up girly,” yelled the other man and reached a hand around her waist.

“Get away from me!” she screamed and a pipe burst on the nearby building.

“Huh?” the two men looked up as a flood of water drenched them. Slowly the water started to freeze and they panicked.

“What the he-” their heads were covered in ice and they stood with hands outstretched, horror etched on their faces.

Her eyes widened, looking at them in fear, then she ran as fast as she could from the men, the powers, and herself. Her frantic footsteps mockingly echoed in the silent night.

I winced as the scene changed again. I saw myself sitting in the chair with the machine covering most of my head. The old woman and Jo sat at monitors watching the very events I had experienced. “Stop this!” I tried to yell but no sound came from my mouth. Frustrated I concentrated on the powers that I had tried so hard to repress for many years.

Cold. Smooth. Unfeeling. A tide, a river, a sea. Water.

My eyes snapped open. Little Jo and the hag stared at me with wide eyes. I looked down and saw that the cuffs had been snapped open, heavily coated with ice. The room was frosted and there was a good 2 feet of water on the on the ground.

I stood up, ice falling from my clothes. They dropped with a slosh into the cold water. “Well you got what you wanted,” I said quietly, my voice sliced through the air like a whip “Now I’m going to leave.”

I stepped towards the door and waited, when it didn’t open I smashed it open. The glass didn’t hurt my fist because my hand was encased with ice. I stepped through the man made opening and opened the rest of the annoying doors in the same way. I didn’t look back.