Finding Roses

[¢¾Feathersky¢¾]

Chapter 1

My name is Kenzie Claire. Ever since one fateful day, I have been a little... different. This is my story.

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I was born in a small town in Michigan. You know the town where the biggest thing that happens is a baby being born. But I didn't mind it. But I didn't mind it. I enjoyed not having to worry about impertinent drama; made things easier. It had been the day of my sixteenth birthday, and of course everyone knew about it. But I didn't wanta big party in a banquet hall. Instead, I wanted to go to New York. It was a few hours drive, but my parents said yes. Of course, I regret my decision now, but I was ecstatic then. You see, I wanted to be a dancer, proffesionallly. Ever since I was little, it had been a dream of mine to go to Julliard, the official school of performing arts. At home, I had all my clothes and toiletries, and was waiting anxiously by the car. I was pretty sure that by that time, everyone in town had come to wish us a good trip. I had expected it, but it sitll annoyed me because they were holding us up. Finally, after what seemed like centuries, my parents put our baggage in the trunk and we were on our way to New York.
Little did I know that they would never make it. Oh, I would, but in a way I never would have dreamed. We were almost there. A few more exits, that's it. But my dad wasn't looking; he had glanced down, and in that split second, everything changed. The semi that was beside us was no coming toward us with increasing speed. My dad tried to swerve out of the way, but we were boxed in. There was nowhere for us to turn. My mothers scream filled the little space in the care. I could do nothing but watch as my parents lives flashed before my eyes. My mothers screams and the protesting of metal was the last thing I heard before something hit me in the head and I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in the hospital, gauze practically all over my boyd, and such a throbbing headache that I almost passed out again. I moaned, and, as if on cue, a nurse came in immediately. Even through a pain and drug-induced haze, I noticed that she had an air of confidence I had never seen a nurse have before, makeup done a little too well, and jewelry that hinted at expensive designers. We are in New York I had thought. Then everything came rushing back to me. I sat up suddenly and immediately regretted the decision. The room spun dangerously and everything hurt. For the time being, I tried to ignore that fact. My parents. Where are they?" A look of sadness crossed the ladies face, but there seemed to be peculiar twinkle in her eye.
I'm incredibly sorry, but... They didn't make it. Though her words seemed full of remorse, I couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't really mean them .
It took a few seconds for the words to sink in. You mean... they're dead. It wasn't a question. I knew it was true when I said them. And then the lamp next to me caught fire.

[Spottedpaw]

Chapter 2

I gasped and shrunk back as the flame suddenly snuffed out. there was barely anything left of the poor lamp. I looked to the nurse, expecting her to have the same reaction. But instead, she was smiling. Shouldn't we call someone or something? I had asked, trying to coax some sort of normal emotion out of her, but she didn't reply. She simply turned on her heel and walked out. I gaped after her, annoyed that I hadn't gotten some sort of explanation. I tried to focus on what had happened before the lamp decided to incinerate itself. A flood of grief washed over me. But before I could cry any harder, it was like something exploded. I looked in the bathroom. In there, the sink was spouting water a mile a minute at the ceiling. Right at that moment the nurse rushed in followed by a man in his late forty's and a boy. He was tall, much taller than me but he looked about my age. Maybe a year older. His hair was jet black and in slight dissarry. His eyes were so blue they were almost painful to look at. And to my extreme embarrassment, he was staring at me too. I blushed and looked away, so I turned my attention back to the fountain in the bathroom. I was surprised to see that it had stopped before anyone even touched it. The same pretty nurse mumbled to the older guy something that sounded like, "I told you," but I couldn't be sure. I glanced from the corner of my eye at the boy, only to blush when I saw that he was still staring at me. When I could bring myself to look away a few seconds later, I felt an unrighteous anger flare up. "Why couldn't you save them?! We were in the same car, why only me!?" I felt angry tears streak down my face. And, surprisingly, the nurse and the old man wer looking eachother worriedly, then around the room. To my great annoyance, they didn't answer me. The gorgeous boy made his way over to me instead.
We're sorry. We just couldn't get to them in time. He put his hand on mine and an electric shock shot painfully through my body. Then a heat, much different then anger, engulfed me. His words were so warm and kind that I could do nothing but believe them. The two adults perceptibly relaxed. They seemed to let out a breath they had been holding. "I'm Dominic. This is Lindsey and Valentine." He motioned to the nurse and to the man.
It took me a minute to answer because I was focusing on his voice. "Umm.. I'm, uh, Kenzie."
His answering smile made me slightly dizzy. "We know."