I look out the frosty window to see an army of trees standing as if they were standing guard of something. Bored, I look more closely and see colors scattered all around their bark. All of them have a different story even though they look the same.
Suddenly, the strange woman that is driving through the depressing weather takes me out of my trance. "I am not sure what your power is or who you are, but Professor Xavier said that you have a very secretive personality. He also said you prefer driving instead of flying. My name is Ororo, by the way. You will probably be calling me Professor Storm, though, when you start taking my classes. What is your name."
Her white hair glistens in the shadowy air and my strange eyes meet her soft face for the first time since I got into this car. I could instantly see loss and hurt curve in bright colors across her face. To make the sadness stop, I closed my right (and black eye) so I would only see black and white, "My name is Dorrie."
A long sigh leaves my rested body as I sit up from where I was resting. The room around me is dark, but I can tell what everything around me is because of the endless symbols tainting them.
"Man, I bet it was all just a dream," I whisper to myself bathing in despair. Why would my mind play such a dirty trick on me?
Suddenly, the lights flicker on and a very familiar, but somehow different face comes into view, "Oh, you're awake!" Right, wasn't I talking to this red haired woman before I fell asleep. It was something like that, "so, how do feel, better?"
"Worse," I say softly to myself, remembering the beauty around me at before I decided to rest, "I got my sight back."
She blinks at me confused and then a smile appears on her face, "That's wonderful! I don't understand why, though," Her fingers flip through her chart again and she becomes puzzled, "there wasn't anything out of the ordinary with your sleep patterns. Although you did oversleep a little bit.?
?You gave me ibuprofen, didn?t you?? I look at her seeing that mind has forgotten one key detail, ?I can see it within your symbols that you gave me that.?
?Well, yes,? she says shocked about how I knew such a thing, ?you said you had a headache, but that was a long time ago, are you sure that is what helped retrieved your power??
?Yes,? I say with a dash of bitterness, ?it is not the first time this has happened, remember??
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*i flick her back into the computer screen*
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"And your saying that you don't have your sight anymore?" She scrambles for her notes and other supplies, "Why didn't you say something earlier?"
My eyes look around the room and I zone out a little, "Because its just so beautiful."
The red haired doctor lady that I hardly know anything about is rushing and doing things that may seem important to her, but all I care about is the beauty around me. I leisurely lay back down in my sleeping place and stare at the ceiling. For once, my mind is not crowded with new information of everything around me.
This really is true bliss, isn't it.
And with this, I actually fall asleep comfortably, and peacefully, for what feels like the first time.
I yawn and stretch out my tired limbs. That was a great sleep, and my body feels thankful after all my lack of rest. I think I dreamed a little. A bit of this school and my friends and the professors, but that wasn't the exciting part. I dreamt I went back to that beach I longed so dearly for as a child, and I could revisit that beautiful scene I wanted. All the things I can see without corrupt gibberish covering it all.
Happy and full of life, I sit up and open my eyes to the world covered in symbols and colors once more.
I turn from her, not wanting for her to see them directly. Her hand grabs my cheek and holds a bright light up to my eyes, "The strain on your eyes has relaxed a bit. Do you feel or see anything out of the blue?"
I think about lying to her, but thats not exactly what your supposed to do to your physicians, "Well, there is a slight difference in my vision."
"Please follow the light with your eyes," she demands quickly, "and what is different?"
I squirm a little, "Well, when I got this splitting headache, after a few minutes of shutting my eyes, I opened them and," she takes away the light and lets me finish, "my power sort of wasn't there."
Worry crosses her face like wildfire, I don't need symbols to tell me that, "Your power wash't there? What do you mean?"
"My power is a sight power. I can see symbols and auras of any object, nonliving or living. These things show me the object's description, details, secrets, thoughts, emotions, past, present being, and, sometimes, future,? I can feel bags under my eyes from my lack of natural sleep, but the great attention this doctor is giving me is making me full of energy, ?This normally clouds the vision in my black eye, but after opening my eyes, I have had clear vision. The same sight I had as a little girl, and haven?t seen since I was a little girl.?
I look up at her with sad eyes, "I don't need to learn any more about my power than I do now. Can't anyone understand that?"
She puts down her clip board and forces me to look at her seriously, "It doesn't matter how much you don't care about your power. When it comes to your health, then I come in, and believe me, I have been at this school too long to let something like this pass."
I look up at her pleading, "My classes. I will miss them and the work in them for an unnecessary reason."
"Well," she says rolling her eyes, "I have already notified your teachers and some of your classmates have already volunteered to get your missed work."
"My classmates?" I think of my friends and hope dearly that they don't know of my condition. I'm trying to keep most of my power a secret, remember?
"Yes, they are probably going to want to visit you, soon. Especially after you've woken up." She answers my fears.
"Please don't," I hold her from doing anything, "I don't want my friends to see me-?
?See you without your glasses on?? A smile spreads on her face and she holds up my sunglasses in between to fingers, ?Professor Ororo told me of your little secret, and well, its hard to miss you beautiful eyes.?
I look at her and slowly and try to see what she means, but obviously cannot search for it without my power. Starting to tear away the wires connected to my head, I try to slide from the hard bed, "I'm okay, this observation stuff is not necessary."
She automatically is at my side and pushing me back down onto the bed. Her eyebrow shoots up at my comment, "You were found passed out on a floor, when I looked at your eyes they were strained and red, and you don't think that you should have observation? Maybe you hit your head before you passed out."
"Don't worry," I say fighting against her common sense stuff, "It's happened before, and will happen again. It is just another flaw with my power." My mention of my power sends up a little red flag. This normal vision thing is a little overwhelming, no matter how beautiful it is.
"Um," she looks at me in a little disbelief, "passing out because of your power is not normal," her fingers flip through the pages carefully, "there is probably an explanation for it. We just need to do some tests and then I will let you leave.?
She seems stubborn and definitely knows what she is doing, but I really just want to refuse.
My eyes shoot open and my spine sits up straight, not even giving myself a chance to recuperate from my unconsciousness. "Where am I?" I demand the space around me almost on command. How many weird places have I woken up at this school?
The room is almost identical to the white and metal hallway I remember from earlier. I suddenly look at myself and find myself wearing a white dress-thing and wires connected to me. Suddenly feeling a sense of worry, I ask the question again, "Where am I?"
"You're in the school's medical observation room," a women with deep red hair and a clipboard says nonchalantly. This is highly disturbing.
I look over her up and down, but realize that I cannot read her. The symbols and colors are gone. Now everything's appearance seems so clear, weird, "Why am I here?"
She looks at me a little strangely and then goes back to her very interesting papers, "One of the teachers found you passed out in one of the hallways. From the state that they found you in, I?m surprised your so lively waking up.?
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Wanting more of this undisturbed sight, I leave the lock I have on my eyes and look around the room I have not yet seen. White brick, gray metal floor, and fluorescent lights as a ceiling. This place is so weird looking, but it all looks so beautiful.
I don't even remember the last time I have seen a plain white wall and it is not filled with colors and symbols. It seems so pure and innocent and uncorrupt... Maybe its a bit weird that I am staring mystified at a wall.
Now any pain in my head is like a distant scream from long ago. It is definitely there, but this majestic sight is distracting me from anything else. My shaking legs find a way to stand and wobble down the endless hallway. It is another move, but I want to see more. More before this heavenly dream fades away.
While hobbling nonstop, another big sting of pain shoots up my skull. It is so great that it causes my to fall to my knees and again hold my head. Whatever caused this pain in the first place is obviously getting closer to me. A sound of stamping feet confirms this theory as the pounding in my head eventually leads to my surroundings to turn pitch black.
My blind searching somehow finds another wall, but one of hard rock instead of wallpaper or metal. I know that is probably not the best idea to just aimlessly go through the school, but this constant pain seems to be overpowering my common sense.
Then, my fingers find another cool, smooth surface, but not of metal. It feels too slick to be strong like metal. Almost like a window...or a mirror?
Something comes over me to open my eyes wide, to the reflection of myself. It is a mirror, at least I hope so or else I'm going insane. Suddenly my hands begin to uncontrollably reach for my sunglasses and pull them off to get a better look at myself.
'What the?' I think dazed as my strained eyes stare back at myself. They have deep red veins seeping through them like I have not slept for days. The pain that is still pounding in my head seems less as I focus on my strange eyes.
But this not the only thing that has caught my attention. The appearance of my eyes are so clear, so undisturbed by symbols. It is as if my vision has stopped. As if all the mess in what I see has been wiped clean. It is beautiful.
Holding my head with one hand and directing my way with my other hand along the wall, I try to imagine all the people in the room. Everyone from school was there so that really does not narrow my search. A surge of pain hits my numb skull and I forget about figuring any of it out. I just need to get as far away as I can so I can use my head instead of hold it.
My fingers rub along the old wallpaper as I close my eyes tightly shut. Hopefully I will find myself somewhere outside or something. At least the open yard and fresh air will clear my mind.
Then, my hand feels a different texture. Not of wallpaper, but a sort of smooth metal. Curious, but not willing to open my eyes, I observe the metal with my touch. It is very different from using my sight. It shows how simple an object can be.
Accidentally pressing on the metal causes a reaction of some kind. The wall suddenly gives way and makes me begin to fall into a place I have never been before. The cool metal floor welcomes me as I slam to the floor. A creaking sound behind me tells me that the wall probably clicked back into place. Still unwilling to open my eyes for the sake of my aching brain, I shuffle along the cold ground to find somewhere my head does not hurt.