Day 2 part one

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I quickly shut them again.  I knew that those people out there were trying to convince me that my heart was gone.  Gone?  It can't be.

Just a few more minutes, I thought. I don't want to face those idiots right now.

"Hey, kid, get up." A voice called out.  I felt a hand reach out and shake me.

"I'm not a kid!" I muttered into my pillow.

"Okay, whatever." The voice said.  I could now identify that the voice was male, but not one that I reconized.

Suddenly, visions started to trickle into my mind.  They were scary. The visions showed people suffering, screaming, bleeding, and dying.  It was horrid.  Actually, it was the worst thing I had ever seen. 

I realized after a few minutes that I was clutching my head and crying out, begging for the images to stop. 

"PLEASE!  STOP! ARGH-" I screamed as the visions cut off abrubtly.

I shot up and stared at the person before me.  He was tall and lean, looking only a few years older than myself.  His eyes were shockingly sapphire blue in color.  His hair was silver-blue, and covered the right side of his face.  He also happened to be quite muscular.  Despite his good looks, I still mustered the courage to yell at him.

"Did you do that?  What the fuck was that for?!  And I'm not a kid, I am sixteen damn years old!" I snapped.

He put up his hands in defense.  "Yeah, I did that.  I've got the power over illusions, you know?  You looked like a kid when you were laying down, anyway.  I couldn't see your face." the boy said calmly.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I could not find the right words to say. 

"Whatever." he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You've got your first mission with me today.  Dunno why the hell Saix or Axel couldn't have taken you, but I got nothing else to do.  So, here I am." he said, gesturing to himself, a smile playing on his thin lips. "By the way, I'm Zexion."

As Zexion and I made our way towards the grey room, his hand brushed against mine breifly.  My face grew hot, but I couldn't keep the smile off my face.  When he touched me this time, I saw good things instead of bad.  A beautiful meadow, a babbling stream, a mother cuddling her newborn baby.  These images made me feel warm and happy inside.  I inhaled deeply, taking in the bliss.  I saw Zexion smirk out of the corner of my eye.

Zexion kept walking, but something moving caught my eye.  I whipped, around to face the moving thing, but I realized that it was only the two of us.  I stared into a large mirror in what appeared to be a bathroom.  As I studied my own face, my eyes grew wide. My lavender eyes.

My arm shot out automatcially and grabbed Zexion's. 

"Zexion, my eyes are purple." I breathed, not believing what I was seeing.

"Yes, I can see that." Zexion replied, staring at me with a perplexed expression.

"They are- Well, were, brown." I stated, gripping his arm tighter.  I touched my eyes to see if I was wearing contacts or something.

"Oh, Saix did say that sometimes our appearences becomes what we wanted them to be back in our old lives."

"Old... lives?" I wondered aloud.

"Yeah... Don't you remeber yours?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to remember a past life.  Images of a happy, carefree, ginger-haired girl with mud brown eyes filled my brain.  The girl was often seen with various people who were also laughing and smiling.  They looked about high-school age. 

My eyes flung open.  Those were my memories.  I was the joyful girl with the red hair and brown eyes.  That was my life.  I was the one who had it made in the shade; with her whole life ahead of her.  She had no worries.  But the new me did.  The new me also had purple eyes and stupid bastards chasing after her, demanding that she do their work.  The nerve of those assholes!

"Yes, I remember my old life.  It was good.  Probably better than this shit that's going on here." I almost yelled.