Statue Myth:

Adira's Gift

I was left to die.  My family believed I had dishonoured them, so they killed me.  Or at least they thought they had.  Just as I was about to slip away, I heard a voice.  “You are not ready to leave yet.  You still have much to do here.  You have been hurt by the men in your life and you cannot allow this to happen to other women.”
The next thing I remember is waking up.  I was fully recovered, but didn’t recognize where I was.  I stood up to figure it out.  It appeared to be an apartment, and no one else was there.  I felt something in my pocket and discovered it was a key.  When I put it in the apartment door, it worked.  It was as if someone had planted me in this apartment, but for what reason?  Still extremely confused and distraught, I decided to go downstairs to see what was outside.  I got on the elevator and pressed the Ground Level button. The doors opened to let a woman on.  Even though her mouth wasn’t even moving, I could hear her voice!  “I wonder if he’ll still be there when I get back.  Why does he hit me?  I’ve done nothing wrong. I’m going to die tonight if I go back there.”  The doors opened and she got out.  I couldn’t figure out how she was talking without moving her lips and whether she was speaking to me or not.  When I got off the elevator, I walked through the lobby of the apartment building and onto the street.  Suddenly voices filled my head.
“How can he do this to me?  I thought he loved me.” said a voice.
 “It was almost okay when he hit me, but when he hurt Susie I knew things weren’t okay.” said another.
I noticed that everything I heard had to do with women being treated brutally by men.  I had no idea what was going on.  The noise and horrible stories filling my head were driving me crazy and I had to get somewhere away from people.  I ran back into the apartment lobby and jumped into the elevator.  Finally, it was silent.  I had no idea what was happening to me.  I was lost, alone, and nothing made sense.  I thought about the voice that told me I had to help other women, but I didn’t know what to do. I went back to the apartment to be alone and look around some more.  Maybe it could answer some questions.  In the kitchen, I found a gas stove and food in the fridge and cupboards.  In the bedroom closet, there were clothes, and on the coffee table in the living room I found a credit card.  On the dresser, I found a note telling me to be at a coffee shop down the street the next day.  I set the alarm clock beside my bed for the morning and went to sleep to get some rest; it had been a long day.
The alarm clock awoke me at eight o’clock and I got dressed.  I walked down the street to the coffee shop, wondering who would be there to meet me and whether I should be afraid.  Still, I was curious and thought this meeting could help me understand.  When I walked in, I smelt fresh coffee and saw only one other person.  It was a short woman with light brown hair.  Once she saw me, she got up and asked me my name.  “Adira,” I answered, “Who are you?”
“My name is Jennifer.  You probably have no idea what’s going on,” she answered. 
“No, I am so confused!”
“I can’t tell you too much, but everything that’s happened is good and for a reason.  I know you’re hearing those voices.”
“They’re driving me insane, what are they?!”
“Don’t worry, they will help you.  You will learn to use it to your advantage.”
“How will it help me?”
“It will allow you to help others.  I know it is odd but with practice you can focus on one voice at a time. Your mission will start tonight. Women are abused every night and you have the power to help them one at a time.”
“I’m not strong enough. Why was I chosen for this?”
“You’re stronger than you think. You must figure the rest out on your own. That is all I can tell you.”
I then left the coffee shop and proceeded back to the apartment. I didn’t feel like sitting alone in my apartment, so I decided to walk around and look at the rest of the building. Suddenly I heard a voice again. There was only one. “I can hear his angry footsteps coming through the door. I wish there was someone that could help me!”
That’s when I knew what I had to do. With a little concentration I figured out the voice was coming from apartment number 203. Without hesitation I burst into the room, I think I broke the lock on the door. I walked into a room, to see a man with his hands above his head ready to hit. They were shocked to see me walk in. The woman had time to run away. She quickly ran past me out the door.
Seeing the woman hurt, hit something inside me. I knew exactly how she must have felt. With my new power I approached the man. Somehow I had him pinned down on the ground. I made him swear never to hurt a woman ever again. He had no choice but to say yes and I told him I would be watching him for the rest of his life.
            It was then that I knew what my mission was. With my new powers I will continue to help these women as much as I can. Every day of my life from now on will be a new adventure, helping women that can’t get away.

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