All my life, what I can remember of it anyway, I've felt special, extraordinary. I have these special abilities and powers that normal people doesn't. As great as it was, it all had a cost. No matter how many powers I mastered, they wouldn't be able to keep me from being lonely. What did it all matter, if no one was there to appreciate it all and be completely stunned about what I could do? I was fine at first; it didn't really matter to me. That was until I met Kyle, who saved me countless times. Sometimes from things I could even understand at first. He made me feel special, safe. I watched him and his family and I started do feel the desire to have one of my own. I was so incredibly happy when I found out about my birth mother Sarah, only to lose her before I had a chance to get to know her. Her face had haunted me in my sleep ever since. It was my fault, I had failed her. What good did my abilities do, when I still couldn't save her from getting killed? I didn't even know it until it was much too late to do anything. If only I was better… than I would have been good enough.
I sighed as I wrote it all down into my journal, making me remember everything. What I've lost, what I couldn't do, and what I needed to get better at. I was never going to let such a thing happen again to the people I loved, if it so killed me. I was going to become everything they needed and more. Even though Latnok was no longer a threat I feared that this all wasn't over. I knew deep inside that somehow, my life would never be simply normal. Not with how it started. People would always come after me, interfering with things. And I was going to stop them from harming the Tragers, my family.
A light knock on my bedroom door interrupted my thoughts, leaving me startled. I closed the journal, putting it on my night stand and got out of bed. I already knew who my visitor was before I even opened the door; I could hear the familiar heartbeat. I shook my head and opened it.
"Hi Kyle, did you need something?" I asked bluntly, leaning my head against the door.
"I need to talk to you, may I come in?" I nodded and he slipped by me, sitting on my bed. I closed the door and joined him, placing my hand fairly close to his.
"What did you want to talk about Kyle?" I finally said, breaking the silence.
"I think I found something, about Sarah." He glanced at me as he said her name.
"What? Tell me!" I shouted, needing to know the answer right away.
"I found a record from the hospital in New York." He paused, uncertain how to proceed.
"Sarah had a baby, a girl." I didn't get it, what was he saying?
"What do you mean Kyle, I don't…" He stopped me from finishing my sentence.
"It means you have got a sister Jessi." He smiled one of his well-known grins.
I stared at him in shook as the words caught up to me. I… had a sister? I had a family; I wasn't completely alone after all. My emotions surprised me, taking control over me and before I knew it I felt a tear stream down my face. Then a warm hand gently wiped it away, resting his hand on my cheek and looking right into my eyes.
"Don't cry Jessi." Kyle mumbled and kissed my forehead, moving closer to me.
"I'm… do you know her name?"
"I'm sorry, no. She didn't get one. They gave her up for adoption." I felt my hope slowly fading as she sad it. My vision became blurry, and I started crying again, mourning my lost sister. Kyle pulled me into a comforting embrace, gently stroking my hair and mumbling into my ear "It'll be okay Jessi, I promise. I'll make everything okay." I didn't answer; I couldn't bring myself to speak. Instead I buried my face into his chest, grabbing on to his t-shirt with my hand.
After a while, I eventually brought myself together and dried my face, letting go of him. He realized the sudden change in my mood, and slowly loosened his grip, allowing me to sit up straight.
"How are you? Do you want me to get you something?"
"I'm fine." Or at least I was going to be, as soon as I found my sister. As soon as the thought entered my head, I was determined. The calm and fearless Jessi found her way back. I hesitated, not sure if I should include him in my plan. A part of me wanted to, but another felt like I should do this on my own. I turned my head and looked at Kyle, right into his warm, honest eyes that made me feel like I could tell him almost anything. And that is why I decided to tell him.
"Kyle, I want you to help me find my sister."
This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction. In some ways, i feel like it's easier since there's already a picture of the charachters and you kind of already know what they're like and a story to them. At the same time, it's the very thing that can destroy it all as well if you fail to capture them propperly. With that in mind, I'll do my very best to making this story as good as I possibly can, even though I'm not a science person who knows exactly how it all work. This is more of an emotional, and physical journey for Jessi to find her sister and adjust to the fact of having a bloodrelated family. How that goes, only time will tell. Please, r & r and tell me what you think and what you'd like to see happen as the story moves forward!