In my mind I see things, hear things, think things; things that aren’t real, great or spectacularly life inspiring. But they’re there. Telling me, whispering to me, sneaking into my mind.
I stumble to the stairs, cold and metallic, they clang beneath my heavy boots. My head throbs. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. BA-dum!
I climb with my hands and knees, feeling for the next step to haul myself up. I’m blinded by the sight that I cannot see. I’m blinded by what my brain tells me.
The vision has always followed me. It has always preceded me. I wondered had all those who’d died had known whether they were going to do it?
Death follows me. He shadows me as I walk, as I crawl, as I climb. He knows my fate. Perhaps he has known it for years.
Destiny finds me too. But unlike Death, Destiny does not stay. Destiny comes and goes, straying to my right shoulder while Death waits by my left. They are patient and unassuming but they wait, reminding me all the time exactly how much of my fate they already know.
I shove the heavy rooftop door open. It weighs more than the world and the burden on my shoulders.
The night is cold against my skin. The sound of silence but howls in my ears. What have I left but than to edge my way slowly over to the top of the summit?
Death hovers by my side as I find my way up the roof. I look for handholds and footholds. The tiles were gritty against my calloused hands.
Halfway up I stopped and turned. Breathing, my breath fogging up the night, the cityscape stretched all around me. My eyes looked down. Only a hill as high as the one my house sat on could show me this unbelievable sight.
“Why do you want me to climb the roof?” I ask to no one in particular. Death never spoke, but Death could hear.
And like always Death was quiet. Death and Destiny never interfered. Death and Destiny stood aside to watch.
I looked at the short bit of roof I still had to climb. It wasn’t far. But it wasn’t like I climbed roofs for a living. I breathed again. My breath surrounding me like a cloud.
“It is my destiny isn’t it?” I asked.
The silence from Death was all that surrounded me.
Fate had led me here. Fate had always been leading me. Fate took me to school to watch my peers.
The visions didn’t show me my future. Even though at first, I always thought it was mine.
But I see her now, standing on top of my roof. My younger sister, thirteen. It was her in the visions. Not me.
And now Death walked beside me, Death and Destiny. Fate followed behind me. He watched broodingly, because he was Fate and he knew what my sister didn’t. He knew, as did Death and Destiny what I will find.
I hauled myself over the apex and sat down uncomfortably.
“Rela, don’t.” I breathed hoarsely looking at the slender girl in front of me.
When I’m ready I stand. I almost feel Death offer a hand of kindness or was it Fate? But it was a wisp of darkness that brushed faintly over my elbow, that barely supported me at all.
My house is stranger than most. It has three stories; the fourth sitting at the very top. It is an attic with an old-fashioned roof. The rest is metal and highly resembles a maximum security vault.
It was supposed to be safe. But like everything else in this world, it wasn’t. I should have known.
I bet others didn’t have this problem, this supernatural calling of the horrid, horrid angels of Destiny, Death and Fate.
They didn’t have the visions I did or the freak headaches I had within my own house. It was the house, this house. Why did I live in this house? Was it the house?
“Do you know, it’s like fate put us here. That this house, the only house in the suburb should be the one with the faulty security. How does it feel?” She sounded manic. I had to stop her. Rela was my only flesh and blood left. Mum was gone. Dad was gone. But Rela was here.
I cursed this world of fear and oppression. I cursed their want of power. Their ability to make us think the way they wanted us to.
“Rela please!” I lurched forward grabbing her. She screamed and jerked back throwing me off balance.
“Rela!” I screeched, feeling my foot slip off the roof. Her eyes widened as she recaptured her balance.
“Faith!” Her eyes were wide with absolute horror as she lurched forward to catch me.
But I was already falling away. Her hand brushed my arm. But she was too far to grab it.
I fell for the time it took to live a lifetime.
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. BA-dum!
I gasped as the ground embraced me, my arms and legs sprawled out in all angles. There was no pain. There never would be.
“FAITH!!” Rela’s strangled cry would fill the air with sorrow. She was only thirteen. And now she had a whole lifetime to live.
Fate touched his lips to mine, Death watched with Destiny as Fate pulled my spirit from my body. Then he pulled away, his hand never straying from my arm.
Fate had never been happy with the outcome because he had known. The difference being, of the three angels, their wings surrounding them, encasing them, that Fate spoke to me.
It was but a voice in my mind, but I heard it like a whisper even as I looked up at my distraught sister. The neighbours were already coming. In my heart Fate whispered to me.
“This was your fate…as it was hers, she will be safe…”
He was right as I could see. Our next door neighbour was already taking Rela safely in her arms and taking her away.