Anja

My head throbs as I sit up and take in my surroundings. I’m in my bedroom, I just woke up, and the sun is shining through my window.

I fall back on my pillow with a giggle, grabbing the ragdoll Mama made for me and bringing her to my chest, giving her a big squeeze. I close my eyes and snuggle into the blanket.

Then it all comes flooding back to me, the day’s events.

Yesterday?

I’m not sure right now; all I know is that I shouldn’t be here. However, my heart is torn. I remember every moment in my life, past and present, and I am so conflicted.

I remember the powers I possessed as a child and how sometimes I couldn’t control them. I remember the elders telling my parents that I was a ticking time bomb, and one day soon, I could destroy the world with those powers.

I remember Mia telling my parents how the elders should not have allowed the Firsts to offer their blood to save me while in my mother’s womb. However, if they hadn’t, my mother and I would have died.

I also remember trying s