Today was strangely normal. I woke up, went for a walk, in secrecy, of course. Then, I came back to the apartment to find the counterman sitting on our couch. 
"Hello sir." I say, wiping my shoes on the welcome mat.
"Hello, Jemma." he says, his eyes showing sorrow.
"What's the matter?" I ask.
"I heard the news." he answers.
"Of what?" I ask.
"Of their deaths." he says.
I look at the wooden floor, "Oh."
He looks at me, and his facial expression tries to perk up. "Well, I'll try to find new roommates for you, if you like." he says.
"Uh, no thank you. I kinda like it now, being alone. It gives me a sense of happiness." I say, even though I would love to have some company. It's a little weird not having people arguing day in and day out.
"Okay, I'll take my leave, then." He says, grabbing a wooden cane that he must have set by the door. I never knew he needed one. 
Learning a little bit about my past has made a big impact on me. I kept feeling these pings of emotion that makes me feel seven again. Strange.
It also made me think about Laye a lot. When I was inside my room for a few days when my eyes first went red, she sat on the other side of the door for a good long while, as she told me about her childhood self.
"When I was little, both my parents died in an accident. I had it in my head that I was going to die, too, so I became really depressed." she had said.
"Hm. I'm really sorry, for your loss, I mean." That's how I replied.
"Please don't say that," she started, "You don't know how many times I have heard that phrase." she said, walking away. It was sort of crazy, then, I didn't think of it as weird to not have ran out of my bedroom to give her a hug. But I didn't, and there's no way to change that.
It was bright and sunny outside, which made my head feel gloomy. I closed the curtains, escaping from the light. I find a blanket in the near corner, and curl up on the couch. I close my eyes, trying to sleep, but I couldn't. There were too many things on my mind. I look at the coffee table in front of me, where the TV remote sat.
"Hm." I jumped at the sound of my own voice. It's not like I haven't talked for awhile, either. It's probably because I've been ignoring it.
I sit up, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders. I grab the remote, and clicked on the red power button. The TV turned on, but instead of the government building, big bold letters scattered across the screen, spelling out error. I stare at them for awhile, until I bored myself to sleep.
I woke up refreshed. My hair was tangled in snarls, which I combed out with my fingers. I noticed my hair wouldn't lay straight on my shoulders anymore. It swooped to the side, and stayed in place through the air. 
I stood up, raising my arms to stretch. I walk into the kitchen area, laughing when I saw my reflection. The truth was, I didn't know if I should've been scared or amused with the way I looked. The dress Laye made was transformed again, my hair slicked to the side, and vines wrapping around my right arm and leg. 
But then I saw my eyes, which were a bright red color. Then I knew I was scared. I'm so stupid, I should've asked Charlotte why this happens in the first place.
The next hour and a half was spent trying to get my hair down. It was like trying to get a balloon off of a ceiling at one of those high-ceiling convenience stores. 
After finally giving up, I decide to go outside again, since I didn't have anything better to do. People were scarce, I noticed when I looked around. I guess most of them get cooped up in their house all day long. Most of the roads in Jaylemm were made from cobblestone and pink rock, but every so often you see a rusty colored brick path. I found one, and decided to follow it. I decide to keep my profile quiet, since a few people actually accompanied it. I smile at the peacefulness.
But of course, with my luck, they all get blurred out. All except one girl, about my age, carrying a lacy umbrella over her face. She giggles as I pass her, in a really high pitch voice. She may look my age, but she doesn't sound like it.
Suddenly, I fall to my knees, covering my ears. My head hurt so bad, I felt as though I had just been shot. I look behind me, and watch as the blurred people around her do the same as me. She giggles again, starting to skip away. I struggle to my feet.
"Hey!" I yell, and she turns around, startled.
"Oh! Hello!" she says, smiling.
"What did you do to these people?" I ask.
"Hm? Oh! These people? I dunno!" she says, smiling again. 
"They're dead, aren't they?" I whisper.
"Don't mumble. I hate it when you mumble!" she screams. 
"You're pretty rude," I say.
"You shouldn't be alive after crossing me." she says, gripping harder on the umbrella.
"What in the world are you?" I ask.
She removes the umbrella from covering her face, and I could stare her straight in the eyes. The eyes, that were just like mine. I jump back.
"Now who's the rude one?" she starts, spinning the umbrella. "Anywho, I should be asking you that same question. You're the first Jaylemnian I've met that hasn't dropped dead at my feet." she says, her smile dropping.
"I'm not Jaylemnian." I say, starting to get royally ticked off. My eyes must have changed or something because of it, because her face went straight back into a smile.
"This is amazing!" she says, smiling from ear to ear.
"What is?" I ask, starting to suddenly feel scared.
"I've met someone who is just like me!" she says, running into a hug. The pole of the umbrella presses against my forehead, and it was just all around uncomfortable.
"Just like you?" I ask as she pulls away from the hug.
"Yeah!" she says, "You're from Unknown!" she shouts, laughing. This chick needs to figure out her emotions.
"Oh, I guess so." I say, scratching the back of my head.
"What's you're name?" she asks.
"I'm Jemma. Uh, nice to meet you?" I answer.
"I'm Alyana!" she says. I take a closer look at her. She had red eyes like me, along with curly red hair. Every piece of clothing she had on had ruffles on it. From her pastel flower crown on the top of her head to her white socks.
"Every person has a power here. What is yours?" I ask, totally out of the blue.
She smiles, but not like the ones she's shown before. Sort of, evil, I suppose. 
"I bring death to the people who are close to me. I guess you could call my a-l-y. You know what that pronounces?" she asks.
"Ally?" I ask.
"A lie. And that's what I want you to call me." she says, her evil smile disappearing, and being replaced with the friendly one once again.