A Far Way Home

2. Freya

Izzy’s POV

My life hasn’t been all hearts and rainbows, instead it’s been more foster homes than I can count, abusive assholes and a lot of time spent running away. It doesn’t make me sad. It’s all I’ve ever known.

You see, I was abandoned by my birth mother as soon as she had given birth. She went to the hospital to have me, but left without me. She had apparently run from the hospital the moment she was awake. The hospital staff was shocked but it’s not an uncommon occurrence for them, I guess. The doctors and nurses collectively decided to name me Isabella. They also gave me the last name my mother has signed into the hospital with, but it turns out that name was fake. But anyway, Isabella Redding was the name I was given. I had to stay in the hospital for a few weeks before I was taken by social services to be placed in a home.

I don’t remember much of my childhood. I just remember moving a lot. I never stayed with a family for more than a year. Apparently, I was cursed. Soon after I was taken in by a family, strange things would start happening in the area.

The first time I remember was when I was five. I moved in with a family that seemed really great. They were kind and funny and they treated me like a princess. Two weeks after my arrival it snowed for 6 weeks straight… in the middle of summer. Then came the flash floods, fires, earthquakes and tornadoes. Thinking there was something seriously wrong happening in the town, they packed up and we moved to a town about 1 hour away. Soon after we left the old town the family got word that everything returned to normal and no one could give any explanation. Until the same set of natural disasters started happening in the new town. The family came to the only conclusion they could… I was cursed. And so, my life went for following years, being moved in and out of foster care.

Over time the curse seemed to weaken; strange things would still occur but not as frequently and not so severely. I received quite the reputation and people started avoiding me at all costs.

On the night of my 13th birthday I heard the first voice.

*Flashback Age 13*

I sprint across the street and hurdle over the small picket fence before diving through the open window and straight into my bed. Moments later the door opens and Mr Andrews checks to make sure the lights are out and I was obeying the bed time he enforced.

I let out a sigh of relief. Mr Andrews was really strict about me leaving the house and obeying curfew. I’m not exactly a wild child or rule breaker, but tonight is the full moon and I have always had this strange urge to walk in the moonlight on nights like tonight. It’s also my birthday and I considered my moonlight stroll my present to myself. After all, no one else celebrates it. My birth isn’t a cause to celebrate. Happy 13th Birthday to me!

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You are stronger than this!

What. The. Hell.

I’m no stranger to weird occurrences or even talking to myself, but I’ve never had a voice talk back to me. No, no, no, no, no. I’m tired and the moon is making me feel loopy. That’s it! I’m not crazy just tired.

You know I think you might be right… You are crazy… Who says loopy?

It happened again. I slowly glance around my room. “Hello?”

“If you are there show yourself. I’m not afraid of ghosts…”

Are you sure about that?

Okay. That voice was definitely in my head.

You can’t see me but I’m rolling my eyes. And I’m not a ghost.

“Then what are you? And why can I hear you? Am I a telepath? Did I get powers? Is this a dream?” pinch “Okay not a dream.”

My name is Freya.