Seeing the Unseen

When Ellie and Carson were little, their mother, knew that they were powerful. After all, one would be the new Oracle. When the girl’s turn thirteen, they go out to celebrate, and get into a car crash. The result: Carson dies, but the next thing she knows, she's no longer dead, she's alive in Ellie's body. Ellie thinks she's going crazy hearing Carson's voice in her head. She thinks it's part of the grieving process, but Carson keeps trying to prove to her that she's real. But Ellie believes Carson after awhile. Finally the girls have each other for company again.

The only problem: Ellie and Carson’s parents are extremely overprotective of Ellie since Carson’s death. They have high expectations of her becoming the best Oracle in history. Their parents hope and pray Ellie has the Sight, but the problem: Ellie doesn't, but Carson does. So Ellie pretends she does, and takes a vow of silence to appease her parents about wanting her to be powerful, the only one she can talk to Carson.


1. Seeing the Unseen

I have not spoken a word since the day before I turned fifteen. My vow of silence was the only promise I had never broken, the only rule I never violated. I stopped at no lengths to get what I wanted, even when it meant hurting others. I was good at locking away my emotions, ignoring the feelings of others around me, and focusing on myself. I was even better at following directions given to me, so much so that no one could even suspect what was going on inside me- a battle- unlike any other.

I woke up the day of my fifteenth birthday, ready to chirp my 'Good morning!' like every other day. I was ready to scream and yell and do everything I loved to do. Instead, I woke up with a muteness in my mouth, a tightness in my throat, and the inability to do anything about it. My smile dampened into a frown and found its way back into a smooth non-transparent line when my mother poked her head in the door, clapping her hands together when she saw me. She beamed, already proud of me, when I was burning on the inside. My tears were impossible to shed. They would have brought shame to my improbable-to-live-up-to family.

I heaved a great sigh and pulled myself out of bed mechanically, when a voice chimed in, At least you can move.

I merely shook my head, moving my hair behind my ears impatiently, gesturing for my mother to leave the room so I could dress for the day. My mom caught my drift, remembering suddenly of my vow, and left to leave me in peace. I tugged my nightshirt over my head, throwing it on the floor for the servants to pick up later- one of the many perks of what was going to happen later today.

The voice spoke again, annoyance in its tone. You take everything for granted, Ellie.

I thought back, Shut up, Carson.

Carson was my Other, the voice in my head that was constantly with me every minute of every day. Sometimes she was very condescending and negative, a look at the glass half empty girl when looking at herself. But when she gazed at my side of the fence, she was positive and looking at the glass half full.

I pulled on a clean dress from the closet, and ran a brush through my messy curls, gazing at myself in the mirror. I looked like I should be two completely different people, I thought. My hair was two different colors, as in the right side of my hair was blonde and the left side of my hair was brown. It had been like that ever since the day Carson's voice appeared in my head. It was like the two of us had merged.

Yeah, we do look pretty weird, huh? Carson snickered.

Me, I corrected. You may share my mind, but this body is only mine.

She moved to the forefront of my mind, as though she were a ghost, able to move without a second thought. She had been doing that since she moved into my head. She peered into my brain, all of our- no, my- memories. I had to remind myself constantly that even though we shared a mind, this was my body and my memories. She was only renting the space, acting as a guardian and as someone to help keep me from loosing my mind in the coming years.

I continued getting ready for the day, Carson continuing to taunt me on our- my- appearance. I swore sometimes that Carson only existed to torture me, and other times I swore she was the only thing that saved me from myself. If you had this much responsibility, you would be as crazy as I was.

I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Heidi was making breakfast. She wasn’t large or small either, just an average girl with parents whom had too much debt. She granted me a small smile, and handed me a muffin, which I scarfed down. I signed my thanks to her and her smile widened, before she turned back to her cooking. I wondered to the dining table, which was large enough to hold twenty or thirty people when only three people lived in the house, if you didn’t count the servants.

I occupied my time before my parents traveled down to the table also by looking at the clouds as they went by. I wanted to be a cloud, free. But clouds aren’t free. They are bound to flow where the wind pushes them, controlled by something outside of themselves. That was like I was. I had a predetermined fate, or destiny, whichever one worked better, that was set before I was even born. I didn’t want the role I had to play; if it was my choice, I would never come here again.

At least you’re not trapped, Carson threw in somewhat bitterly. I didn’t understand what her problem was half the time. She wasn’t required to do anything, except observe, and maybe throw in the occasion remark- and she didn't even have to do that.

I rolled my eyes at her comment, ignoring it. She was such a whiner. I heard that, she said.

You were meant to, I rebutted.

I had no privacy, but I guess in a way neither did she. We were entwined, our destinies and minds wrapped around each other. It was unheard of for this to happen to people, we knew that at a young age. I had never told anyone about our secret. How could I? No one would believe me even if I had told them. No, it was better to keep it silent. Then no one would suspect anything; especially if I kept following their rules for the rest of my life.

Any chance you want to go get more food? Carson asked, rudely interrupting my thoughts.

I rubbed my stomach and stared at the kitchen where Heidi was still cooking. I was hungry still. My parents were overly concerned with my figure, and my weight, and health in general. I was only allowed to eat a certain amount and when that was gone, that was it. Resorting to begging or pleading had never helped. Then again; today was a special day. Heidi might just let it slide today. I snorted. That would be the day; when Heidi stopped following my parents’ rules.

Move, Carson growled in a commanding tone.

I laughed, louder. Carson couldn’t make me do anything. She had no control at all; the only thing she could do was nothing. That meant she was constantly miserable, and irritable, when I brought it up. I found it fun to prod and poke at her in this way; it helped me to relieve any nerves I had.

Occasionally, we would get into a large argument, with her retreating to a far corner of my mind and sitting in silence. But it was never for long; how can it be when you’re both stuck in the same person. I couldn’t move a step without thinking about her, and she was reminded every moment that I was there. There was no way to ignore each other when you were together all the time.

I heard a commotion coming from the stairs; a result of my mother’s clinking heels, with my father in tow behind her. She is like a tornado; once she starts, she is unstoppable. She collides into her seat down at the end, my father at the other end, and Heidi rushed out with their morning meal. She bowed and returned to the kitchen to start the dishes.

My mother isn’t surprised by the display, although I am. Heidi has never bowed to us before, why now? And the answer hits me.

Today was the day I would be crowned the Oracle.

One secret of mine, and I guess this was Carson's too: Our parents didn't know I had Carson in my head. It would only disappoint them, think I was crazy, and in order to tell them would be impossible.

They are just about done with breakfast when Mother gasped suddenly, her arm shooting up to check the time. Carson had nothing to say, the movement startled her just as much as it did me. Then my mother is over me, grasping my sleeve and pretty much pulling my arm off as she drags me down the steps of our home, and into the carriage awaiting us on the front steps.


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