*Single thread for now beware*

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

I sit up and reach over to the alarm hitting the off switch a few times before it decides it was done. Getting up quickly with my eyes still half closed I put on the jeans and boots at the foot of my bed and grab my keys. A single large step and I am stopping at my door I take a moment and look around for my pills and take one of the large capsules before exiting the tiny dark apartment. A wall of cool wet night air hits me as I jog down a set of stairs and to the street. Unlocking my bike I check the ties as I try and wake up. Last week one had broken in the middle of a four-way intersection and I had eaten it hard earning my the new scar on my forehead and some colorful bruises.

Still, it was better than walking I thought as I peddled past cars and into the downtown. Traffic was lighter than usual as I peddled past empty alleys and dark storefronts. Focusing on just the road ahead of me without thinking it feels like the trip is only a moment. Arriving at my destination I walk up to the main gate of the construction site I was working the night shift at and stop short when I see it locked and the site quiet. I stand there for a moment as my brain catches up to my body before I check my old style digital watch I had found on the site a few weeks back. It read 'Sat', I had come in on a Saturday night when the site was closed.

Ms. Foster wasn't going to like this. She was my case manager, I had issues with time, I kept forgetting about it kind of. She had gotten me this job because I was always strong for my age and didn't talk a lot. The boss kept cutting me slack because I worked hard and he was an old friend of Ms. Foster but I could see my inability to track time was grating on him. Too tired from the ride here I walked over to the woods behind the site and sat down at the small river that wound through it slowly. Falling back onto the soft thick grass that coated the river bank I started to think back as I looked up at the stars in the night sky surprisingly visible for the night in the city picking out the stars like finding old friends.

My hand started to itch as I looked up and I started rubbing it again over the gloves I wore for work and to hide my birthmark on the hand. I had grown up pretty normal, I think. I don't remember much, what I do remember are the firefighters. Each one of their faces etched into me as they saw me stunned I was alive. Their faces when they took me back to the station still covered in dust. I remember the chiefs faces when he dropped me off at the state-run home looking so serious.

I was a child with well-earned issues my file said. Official up until a month ago I was a ward of the state. No one was going to adopt a crazy kid who saw stuff, heard voices, and forgot about the passing of time. The state was also very unwilling to let me go, they were very afraid of another child dying in a foster home and bad press. So I stayed, as other children entered and exited the home, I stayed. As caregivers came and went, I stayed.

I don't remember my parents, never even seen a picture, at first I wasn't allowed to see. Now I am afraid of seeing their faces again, afraid I will remember something about them, about something I can never have. I do remember my friends, imaginary friends or so I was told. They were my age young and small. There were a lot of them who came and went, but one stayed. A little girl with bright red hair and a fiery temper even at such a young age. We would play games together with the others but often just us. I remember the day before the explosion she told me she would marry me one day. Then I never saw her again, I never saw any of them again. I did dream about them, they were always trying to say something but I could never hear them, maybe I never wanted too.

Taking off my work gloves I hold my hand out above me as I lay back on the grass. Holding it in front of the stars I study it looking at all the little small details in it. My mind still half awake I pull at the threads of my memories from the dreams. Playing back what they kept saying in my dreams over and over I start to mouth the words trying to figure it out. Something to be, to me? Maybe "Come to me".

As the words leave my mouth my birthmark glows red and starts moving. My eyes widen as I realize I am having an episode, I need to find someone to get me to a hospital before I get hurt. Standing up I start to run but I trip on my bike. Reaching out hands first my hands land on the ground palm first and I explode back with great force. Trying to get up I look around seeing a fire where I had landed my bike melted and some horror rising up from the ground.

I feel terror grip my body as I stumble up and start running, I need to find help, I need my meds. I hear as shout behind me and start running faster. Hearing a rustling sound I look behind me and see the fire chasing me. Running faster and blindly now I push through and......

*HONKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK*

I turn to my left and see two blinding globes of light, I was in a street I need t.....

I feel a rush of wind and a great force like a roller coaster and see the ground sail past before I feel the start of an impact and loose all awareness