April 15th, 2014

Elle Fanning

A weird tale

So I just got the sudden inspiration to write the following:

My name is Katelynn Hermione Winters, and for most of my life I was an ordinary American girl born and raised in small-town Iowa. I lived an unremarkable life in an unremarkable town in the most boring part of the state. I was neither super-popular nor was I unpopular. I got fair grades but I was never a nerd. Sure, I read for pleasure sometimes, but never anything weird. Just shallow pre-teen kinds of stories, no science fiction or anything like that. Looking back, I wish I had. It might have prepared me for what my life would become.

It happened toward the end of a perfectly ordinary day. I was in my bedroom laying on my back in the bed, talking with my best friend Chelsea on my cell phone about my crush Brandon. Quite suddenly I blinked and everything was different. I was suddenly a 4'5" Vietnamese man wearing a parka and sitting in a grey room surrounded by tall sinister men in tall sinister suits, pointing guns at me and speaking in rapid Hungarian. I tried to ask what was going on and how I'd gotten there, and heard myself speaking Vietnamese. One of the sinister men lifted his gun higher and pulled the trigger. There was a flash of light and a bang, and suddenly I was back in my own body, in my room. But ever since that day, I have had a Vietnamese man named Nguyen Bao living in my head with me. I know only he was the man in the vision, because I don't understand Vietnamese, don't know how to write it or pronounce it to find out what he's saying, and in all these years he has never learned any English; I don't know why.

What's more, Chelsea reported that during the vision part of the phone call I had been speaking rapidly in "some Asian language," a distinct note of panic in my voice. The noise had even gotten the attention of my mom, who was down the hall, though by the time she opened the door, I was standing there, shocked, having just returned from my vision.

He, and the vision I had of him, was the first. He would not be the last. And his wasn't even the strangest vision; in fact, it was the most normal of them all.

This was cross-posted from http://fayanora.dreamwidth.org/1229072.html
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