Chapter One

The light was unbearable and annoying, the pounding in Angela’s head didn’t help either. She could hear muf

fled voices somewhere, and those voices got clearer and she knew they were near her. They sound so relieved

and cheerful.

"Oh! She's finally awake! Someone get the doctor quickly!"

"Angela, you're finally awake!" This voice was high and cheerful, Angela had a hard time recognizing who it might belong to.

"You all need to be quiet, it's too loud."

Angela mentally thanked whoever said that, it was too noisy for her liking. She squinted her eyes, trying to adapt to the brightness. She tried to move but winced when she felt a surge of pain in her chest, making it difficult to breathe for a moment.

When Angela managed to open her eyes without the light blinding her, she saw four people around me. Her eyes passed on each of them, then the room and herself, staring at her small hands as if it belonged to someone else.

"How are you Angel?" the one closest to Angela asked, her voice belonged to the same one who told everyone to be quiet.

"I was so afraid you'd never wake up!" a woman cried out. She reached for Angela’s hand, who pulled away not recognizing anything familiar with the woman. "Honey?"

*It’s too loud*, Angela thought. Is Angela my name?

Though her head hurt, she brought her hand to her chest where there was this heavy yet hollow feeling. Sighing, Angela laid on her side so she wouldn’t have to look at the strangers before her. In this position, she could see the outside through the window, and by the warm colors on trees she knew it was fall, and cold by the grey clouds.

Soon enough, a man entered the room, asking for the visitors to leave the room for a moment. He was slender, his uniform was too big for him and with one hand he held an object which looked like a mirror.

"Hello Angela, how are you feeling?” the doctor asked quietly. "I’m Dr. John. Nina should be here in a moment with your clothes." No response came. What were you expecting, that she would be more talkative after coming out of a coma? He thought to himself.

For a second Dr. John was afraid that his patient was dead but that suspicion was canceled by Angela’s movements and soft breathing. This was not the first time those thoughts had occurred to him, or the first time he treated her. He was Angela’s family’s doctor, mostly for Angela who often got injuries from her fights with crime. It was odd how he could remember so clearly the first time her parents called him, they sounded frightened and panicky. Angela had come home with a sprained ankle which Dr. John made sure got taken care of. Miraculously, it healed within a week and Angela could walk and run on her feet without any trouble. He wished for a chance to study her more and get scientific answers for his numerous questions just as many other people wanted to do too.

"Angel, do you remember me?" Dr. John tried again.

Still no response, but she looked at him with an emotion in her eyes he never noticed before. Then she shook her head.

Dr. John let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, he had predicted this might happen. He walked over to her bed, sitting on a stool with his fingers tapping on his thigh. What if she doesn’t want to continue being the city's hero? Or decides to use her powers for the worse? Dr. John laughed inside his head at the thought of Angela doing something bad, Angela who held flowers so carefully and blushed when complimented.

"What happened?"

It took a moment for Dr. John to realize Angela was the one who spoke. "Your name is Angela Dezmer. You’ve been in a coma for eight months, back in February," he explained. "You were saving a woman who was drowning in the cold water, a man, Mike Gordons, was responsible for all of this. You dove into the water to save her, but afterwards he shot you with an ice weapon that targeted your heart. Fortunately, with your powers and ability to endurance damage and fast healing, you were only put into a coma. Mike was caught and arrested, responders thought you were dead. You laid so still with a weak pulse and your face was pale. Gosh, when I was checking for your pulse one day, your skin felt like the frost gathered on the windows. Oh yes, you were a hero too, Angela. An actual hero, you have superpowers."

"I know that I have powers," Angela said. It was then Dr. John noticed she was moving her fingers lightly, an icy cloud formed. It’s cold. I feel cold.

"You’re taking this well," Dr. John stated, not exactly surprised.

"How else would I?” Angela responded just as a woman walked in with folded clothes in her hands.

"This is Nina, Angel,” Dr. John introduced the ginger haired woman. "I will be outside talking with your family and friends, then someone else will come in to check on you. You’ll likely be staying here for another couple days."

"I want to leave today," Angela said.

"Your heart and body is still weak, Angel."

"I’m fine, see?" Angela was hovering above her bed by a couple inches, Dr. John and Nina looked at each other with worry and fascination.

"I will talk with your parents and have you checked," Dr. John repeated more firmly. "With powers or not, you just got out of a coma because ice froze your heart."

With that, he left, leaving just the nurse and Angela. Nina smiled at Angela and handed over Angela’s clothes, clothes Angela didn’t recognize. Nina left the room too, Angela unfolded her clothes and just sat up for a while. The machine beepings bothered her, it ruined the comfortable silence. She shivered, dreading to change out of her hospital gown. The clothes the nurse brought was a pink sweater and jeans, warm enough for her. Angela changed into her new clothes not as fast as she wished, it was like her body had forgotten to move, lifting her arms took quite an effort.

"A hero," Angela said to herself, thinking over what the doctor said. She noticed the mirror the doctor had with him on the stool and picked it up.

The face staring back at her was a complete stranger, Angela didn’t recognize herself. Her ginger curls were messy and long, her skin so pale, face dotted with freckles, and her eyes' iris-they were white.

Am I human? Angela thought. She shook the silly question away, of course she wasn’t; humans don’t have supernatural powers.

Bored, she walked over to the window and stared outside for the beautiful scenery. It wasn’t right away did Angela notice that frost was spreading from where she had placed her hand on the window. She held up her hand and looked at it like it belonged to a stranger’s. A thought presented itself inside her mind, which Angela thought over carefully. Angela stood to the most spacious room, now unsure how she was going to do this. But that wasn’t a problem, Angela realized, when she found herself hovering above the floor with the simple will of doing it. She wondered how she could do it, what other things she could, but like with the flying she already knew the answers. Still hovering, Angela moved to her right, then forward, upside down, and spun. Angela laughed softly as she continued having her fun, she wanted to fly faster, farther, and higher than what this small room could allow her to do.

The fun stopped when she heard voices next door. She remembered the doctor telling her that he would talk with her parents, though she remembered nothing of her own family. Curious, she went over to the wall-still in the air-and pressed her ear against the wall. She could perfectly hear the conversation going on the other side of the wall. Her name came up.

"She’ll be staying here for another couple days," a voice Angela recognized as Dr. John’s. "It’s too risky to let her out so soon."

"She’s been here for eight months,” said another person. "It’s still early in the morning, just do a check up on her. She heals quickly, she survived that ice blast didn’t she?"

There was a sigh, that was when Angela stopped listening to the conversation. She knew the hospital wouldn't be able to make her stay here any longer, but Angela didn't want to go home with people she didn't recognize, even if they were her family. Her stomach growled, telling her to go home anyways so she could have an actual meal that would satisfy her.

The door opened, in came Dr. John and the people who Angela saw when she had awoken from her coma. Angela noticed the pretty girl similar to her age, assuming she might be her sister and the other two adults were her parents.

"My Angel," the woman spoke tearfully, taking a step toward Angela with her arms out.

Angela took a step back, and as if that had been a crime the woman leaned on her husband for support and the pretty girl stared at her accusingly.

"She's suffering from amnesia," Dr. John reminded.

Angela frowned at how he worded her amnesia, she did not feel as though she was suffering.

"I will start on the paperwork," Dr. John continued. "In the wait, introduce yourselves to Angela and share some things." Then he left.

"We're your parents," the woman spoke, tucking her brown hair behind her ears.

"And I'm Candance, your older sister," said the girl.

It was bothersome for Angela to note how she didn't look like her family, they all had dark hair and brown colored eyes. Even if she had powers, she expected she'd at least look like them.

Nearly an hour passed before Angela was pardoned to go home, an unfamiliar place to her. Since she didn't know the house address, she rode with the strangers in their blue van in silence. They tried to start a conversation with Angela but her short responses told them Angela didn't care enough. The hospital Angela had stayed at was an hour drive from their home, making Angela sit in boredom.

The sky was grey, the wind shook the trees, threatening to unleash a storm. Still, Angela looked out of the window with longing and curiosity, wondering how it felt to fly among them as she probably did. From what information she learned so far, Angela was going to school as a freshman, which led her to think how stressful it must have been for her and how it would be now. She wondered when she was saving people and stopping criminals, if she ever felt scared. That seemed to be a question nobody asked, even now when her family continued on what a courageous and selfless hero she was.

"We're here!" Mrs. Dezmer exclaimed. "Our house is also a bakery, we have regular customers who come here and stay while to eat."

From how the building looked, Angela assumed they must be wealthy at least, or a lot of money was spent on the design. The first room she walked into was the bakery itself, a row of tables were set near the tall windows. Green plants were all over in a decorative way, light bulbs hung above each within its own square, a light and airy atmosphere was presented here.

"Our 'house' is up those stairs," Candance spoke, gesturing to a clear door on the other side of the room.

"Are you hungry?" Mr. Dezmer asked Angela, who nodded in response.

"Good! I'll prepare it right away while Candance shows you around. Make sure to take a shower first," Mrs. Dezmer said.

"Okay," said Angela.

She followed Candance, leading them upstairs and to another whole room. Candance explained this was the living room, a spacious one, and continued on to the rooms. At the very end of the bedroom hall was Angela's room, with a simple blank door.

"I'll be in the living room, holler if you need anything," Candance said.

"Thanks."

Entering her room, Angela was a little taken back at what she saw. It wasn't as if the room was terrible, but it was how empty it was that surprised her. There was the bed at a corner with a few pillows, a dresser and a desk on the opposite wall and a closet. Nothing else except the small plant on her bay window, which even only had plain curtains and more pillows. Angela also noticed a cat tree in another corner and the picture frame of her and a cat which she guessed was hers. The girl in the picture was unrecognizable, the happy look on her face did not seem like her.

Angela opened her closet, seeing her clothes neatly folded and hung, not a wrinkle or fold out of place. She wondered if it was always like this or if Mrs. Dezmer did it for her. Without spending too much time deciding what to wear, Angela grabbed her clothes and walked out of her room. She could hear the show her sister was watching, a romance one.

"Candance?" Angela spoke.

The brunette paused the show and turned around with a welcoming smile. "Yeah?"

"Do I have periods?"

"Um, I don't know," Candance answered, taken back by the question.

"I was wondering, I didn't see any pads in my room."

"Maybe you just haven't had it? Some get theirs late."

"Okay, thanks."

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Forgive me for that crappy ending, this story is still in process and it’ll be better after I’m finished with it.

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