Toxicity || Chapter One: Rollercoaster of Reality

My name, you will learn in time. For now, just think of me as an outsider, telling you the tale you came to read. This is the story of troubled times, of a little faith, and above all- of pure toxicity. The words that you will soon be reading have fallen like poison from the lips of beautiful, young liars. These liars have often come from many names… but who they are, that is obvious. They are in disguise as one of us; they are Angels.

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It was the summer of 2010, just begun and constant grey skies presided over the Northern half of the state. That’s how it often was in the spring in Oregon. Summer wouldn’t have officially started for at least another two weeks. On this, the third day of summer vacation, a small brunette stared out her window, listening to the sounds of falling rain. She sighed softly, chewing her lip as the morning faded into dreary afternoon. Not much could be said to lighten the rain, for even as she wished it away the downfall became much heavier.

“Sometimes, I hate the rain,” she murmured into her arm with another annoyed sigh. She began to close her eyes, when a quick movement just outside her window made her start. Something bright white had just gone flying by.She closed her eyes, trying to regulate her breathing. ‘What was that?’ she thought as she tried to relocate it. Something was strange about that light, if it had been a light at all.

She dashed down the stairs, eager to figure out what had just happened. She grabbed her jean jacket and bounded out into the rain, rushing through the ferns and other tall foliage. She stopped, looking at what seemed to be feathers and scorch marks on the trees. She followed the strange path, walking now, for she was soaked to the bone with icy cool rain already. Somewhere in the forest, she stumbled over a fallen limb. She braced herself, scratching her hands on the ground as she fell. “Ow…” she pouted, dusting her hands off and getting to her knees. Her shortest layer of hair clung to her face and neck like Velcro.

She sighed, looking about. The source of the feathers and scorch marks had to be around here somewhere… right? ‘Right,’ she assured herself. She stopped, looking to a spot amongst the ferns that was emitting smoke and steam. “There...” she whispered, as if some strange entity would strike her down for being too loud. Over head, thunder rumbled, a low glower followed by a bright flash. As she slowly made her way to the steaming place, the rain steadily picked up. She moved the charred ferns to the side and lying amongst them was a young, dark hair boy. She stared for several moments, before she noticed something. He wasn’t breathing.

With a sharp gasp she lowered her ear to his chest and heard the loud pounding of his heart while fueled by adrenaline. The boy sat up with a pained gasp, staring wild eyed at the forest around him, then at the small brunette girl. He looked like a terrified animal, wounded and alone.