Black ButterflyA Story by RochelleShe has lost everything and now has to find out who she really is, with her unnatural gift Emily has to find a solution, to save the lives of thousands of strangers.It was a cool and calm morning as the people of Canberra
awoke to the birds chirping. The blue birds were hopped around on the tree tops
as the sun got hotter and hotter the traffic started rolling in. It was the 2nd of May, 2019 when Emily walked outside to catch the bus on the end of
Sun Drive. A truck drove past as her long Blond hair moved in the breeze. Emily
started remembering what her mother said to her she told Emily that she was a
demon child a mistake to humanity ; Emily got images of her mother in her head
the words her mother said repeated she
fell to the ground like she had just been shot in the chest. She has been having
visions ever since she was 5 years old. Her mind showed a car speeding down the
hill Emily turned around and as the car
was just meters away from her it swerved in to a tree. She stood up and to her
horror people were bleeding on the road; cars had flipped over, trees had
fallen and children were crying for the pain to end. Emily just stood there and
felt like she could do nothing to help.
Just then, a truck rolled right through her like she wasn't there. Sparks grew into flames. You could smell
burning flesh, screams came from all directions. It was like Emily was in a
bubble where no one can see her or hear her. After two minutes she could move she walked over
to a young man his hair was black and eyes dark brown. He yelled over and over, “My
butterfly! My butterfly!” After a couple of minutes a bunch of ambulances, police cars and fire-fighters turned up. Emily watched as hurt people got taken to the hospital. The screaming ended as the ambulances drove away. The FBI were searching for what caused this. ‘Sorry miss, you have to move from this spot,’ said an FBI officer Emily walked away
with the message of the man yelling out, ‘My butterfly’ over and over. Emily
tripped over something on the ground she looked to see what it was - there on
the ground was a butterfly bracelet. She went to pick it up but holding on to
it was a hand! Emily pulled on the hand and dug around it. Finally she saw a
head. It was a little girl with brown hair she was so cold and her eyes black as the night sky just like Emily's. Emily grabbed her and pulled her out. She screamed
for help as the little girl started coughing up blood. The FBI officers ran over
to Emily and put the little girl in their car to take her to the hospital the little
girl looked at Emily With thank you written in her eyes. The FBI wanted to talk to Emily about what happened. They
put her in a dark room with a table and chair. They asked her what happened. She
answered with what she saw from the morning of the disaster, darkness falls all
over this land, children cry for their parents, flames moved in the wind. The
FBI tolled Emily that it didn't just happen on sun drive it happened all over
the world. Emily’s eyes went white and her skin turned ice cold. The FBI
tried to get her to respond but it was like talking to a painting. Emily
started to mumble ‘help me, help them’. The FBI took her back and waited for her to respond, she
looked around and fell to the ground saying, ‘I cursed all of it.’ She told the
FBI that she had been having these nightmares about the destruction of humanity
but it has never happened before but her mother told her before she died that
Emily was not a normal girl she was a demon a mistake to humanity. After 3 days
the FBI found a brain tumour that made whenever she felt anger her pane would affect her powers and even the world she was in not just her, after a year she
learnt to control her feelings and live a normal life, as for all the people
she heart Emily started helping at the hospital every day to say sorry for the
destruction. As for the little girl she was OK after but she still remembers
the women's blond hair and black eyes. © 2014 RochelleAuthor's Note
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Added on August 13, 2012Last Updated on February 26, 2014 AuthorRochelleAustraliaAboutHi guys and girls, I don't know how to exactly describe myself as a writer or what I get out of telling complete strangers about my life but I like writing it sets me free, all my worry's or proble.. more..Writing
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