Destiny Doesn't Choose For You

Prologue

It had been three years since she woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, fever raging at a degree incompatible with human life. I remembered that month of my life well although the ones before were a grabbled mess. I had no true memory of how I ended up living on the streets. The only things I knew about myself was my birthday and it left a aching pain in my chest every year it rolled around. My head ached every time I tried to recall why or anything before then. Bits and pieces broke through every now and again but for the most part my life before was a mystery.

I was walking along a beach stealing food, money really anything of value from the distracted tourist that came here on vacation. Flocking to beaches of Florida with their perfect lives and smiling faces. It was sunset so I headed to the pier I was currently living under and jumped down underneath it at a certain spot just a as woman's cry sounded that her sunglasses and wallet had been stolen. I opened the wallet I just lifted from the now screaming woman. It had pictures of her kids. Quickly throwing them away. I knew I had had a mother and something had happened to her but I couldn't remember what. I had a feeling I was never happy like the kids in those pictures.

It had been a good day for me about $40, a bunch of random snacks and sodas, a pair of expensive looking sunglasses and a bottle of prescription pain pills. Those would sell good feed me for a while. I heard a garbled scream behind me. Quickly stuffing my loot backing my oversized beach bag I peeked around the pylon I had been sitting against. What I saw froze me in place.

A voice deep down told me "Don't move that the wind is in your favor they wouldn't smell you."

I had listened to this voice when it spoke. Its how I had survived for the past 5 years on the streets. The things this mystery voice told me to do didn't always make sense but it had never failed to keep me alive out of the hands social services. My eyes were frozen. I even held my breath as I watched two men holding a woman not twenty feet from me. They were both attached to her neck on either side blood dripping down their chins and her neck. I knew by the look in her eyes they weren't kissing her or doing anything she was happy about. Her eyes held fear and silent screams. Her mouth was covered by one of the men's hands to prevent actual screams. That's when I noticed they were pale for beach tourists and there clothes were as torn and dirty as mine. They wore no shoes. And when the tiny beams of sun that pierced down through the aged wood of the pier sparkled on their skin or was it their skin sparkled that sparkled when the sun touched it? I was fascinated by them and then just as suddenly I hated them. I should have been terrified by them and by what they were doing. But instead all I felt was a need to kill them. I started to take a step towards them to do what I don't know. Then the voice spoke again.

" NO! Your not ready. Leave there's no helping her."

I slipped quietly back behind the pylon and quickly climbed back up it and ran as fast and far away as I could get. I didn't stop running for hours drawn by the same feeling as the voice gave me. I found myself in a rail yard and that feeling made me climb into one of the cars and hide behind some of the cargo. That's when my life changed.

The following month confused the hell out of me. I had been a small child probably due to the lack of proper nutrition.. Currently at 16 I weighed barely 100 lbs auburn hair with green eye. I hardly had any breasts to speak of, which was probably good since that was one less article of clothing in needed to worry about. I was however unusually broad through my shoulders and chest which made it easy to pass myself off as a boy if bond my small chest when I needed to. I had stolen a knife at one point which I used to keep my hair cut reasonably short to pull of either gender . I had small muscles acquired from my life on the streets. But over the next month all that changed. I rode various trains for a week. Before I hunger drove off the train into a small town in southern Colorado. After finding buying food from a gas station I hide myself back in a old shed at the rail yard for a few days. Then I made my way to a wilderness park. It was there I spent the rest of that month.

I was confused by the end of that month because suddenly my shorts were to short and to tight in the waist. I suddenly had hips. I had grew 4 inches and my breasts had tripled in size. I hurt everywhere from going so much I suppose and I was hungry all the time. Having to steal more money and food just to keep the gnawing pains of my new bottomless stomach away. I grew stronger and gained muscle that filled out my broad frame. I had no idea what was happening to me. And then the fever started. If I hadn't been outside I would have never known how long I laid in the small cave I had claimed as my own. Three day of agony and delirium. Dreams of running through woods, distant howls in my mind, smells assaulting me. I could hear everything from miles around and in my mind I could hear voices that didn't belong to anyone. Then that voice I did recognize. I could hear it so much better but it was a language I didn't understand. But the words were soothing and comforting.

Then she spoke, " I am sorry little one you were not suppose to be alone. But I will help you and guide you. Go little one and face your destiny."

That phrase has haunted my dreams since. I crawled outside and laid there struggling in the dirt to breath and unable to find any position of comfort. Everything hurt ten times worse then it had, it was like something was trying to crawl out of my very cells. " Stop fighting little one" . I remember screaming for her to shut up to leave me alone. I hurt, I was scared, and I just wanted it to all go away. I was so angry she lead me here, I followed her, she had always keep me safe and now I felt like I was dying and it was all her fault who ever she was. And then it happened the pain spiked and I literally heard every thread of my clothes ripping. And then nothing. It was quiet just the sound of nature and my panting. The roar I had heard in my ears gone, the pain was gone. I still felt like I could fry an egg on my forehead but at least I didn't hurt anymore.