Shattered Soul

Chapter Six

It happened a long time ago. About when I was ten, I figured out that I was not normal. I heard voices, my nightmares were all too real and the fact that I could do things any normal human being couldn't. It wasn't much, it wasn't like I had superpowers or anything, but it was weird. Overheated body temperature, having an overabundance of knowledge more than a ten-year-old should know.

I was a lot stronger than the average human and could run a lot faster than should've been normal. All these things made me an outcast. No one knew about me. My parents didn't tell me anything about my birth parents, so I couldn't really say I inherited these 'abilities'.

I looked around for a little trying to find my birth parents but no such luck. So, I started to look in some files that my mom had. I didn't find anything useful to my condition but did find something that proved why I was really at the Johnsons. Mom, Stephy really only adopted me for money. In a letter that I found attached to one of my adoption papers was a letter that said Leslie, my caseworker, would pay her if she took me and my brother Dominic who is also adopted.

When I discovered that, I knew I could never trust anyone in my so-called family. And through the years they have been hard on me, ignoring me, pretending that I don't exist, and on occasion it was hell with very few good memories. This led to me self-harming, I hated myself and who I was. I went in and out of mental health hospitals (for the crazies) and ultimately failing in everything they deem me to be stupid in. 

I was told when I was little that my dad wanted nothing to do with me (I never had seen him in my life or talked to him, I had no pictures or memories of him whatsoever) and my mom wanted to abort me, but her friend stopped her and that's how I ended up in foster care. I had gone through seven different families. And in one in which I was physically abused, sexually abused and sold. All when I was only five. And in that same family my brother, Christian, was murdered by them. I figured that out when I went through the files too. I realized how big of a fake and a lie my life had become, and I didn't want it.

That's what I thought before but after my 14th birthday 'someone' appeared to me. He called himself Aigidion, all he said to me is, that if I defied the law and gift of my nature there would be consequences and just like that he disappeared, the same as he did appear.

After he left voices started to fill my head, saying all kinds of things, how horrible I was, that I was a freak, that I don't belong, that no one likes me, but they only lasted for a short amount of time. I had no clue what he meant by 'Defy'. Or who the heck he was.

Ever since he invaded my life has been miserable. My nightmares were amped up with increased fear. So, I would wake up feeling exactly how I did in the dream, weather I was stabbed or punched. Ever since he appeared my life stopped making sense, even more so than before.

After I waited for the voices to die down and stop. I calmed down and to took out my phone. It was completely dark now. I turned it on and saw that I missed 15 text and 20 calls. Damn. Most of them were from Cora, some from my parents, a few from Cole and one from the school. I groaned inwardly. I didn't call anyone, but I did listen to the last message that was more recent from the others.

It's from Cora. " Hey cookie, it's me. I know your pretty freaked out just as I am but when you're ready don't be pressured from the others take your time and come back. And call me when you get home. I know I shouldn't have gotten you into that, but we need to talk, ok? I'll see you later honey. Bye"

As much as I wanted to, I wasn't going to call her. I don't think I could handle talking to anyone especially Cora. I could see her disappointed face already as I would be talking to her. With that thought in mind. What am I going to do about my parents? I know they won't be worried but mad. Silent treatment? Always works so I guess that's the winner.
I got up and started making my way home. Which would be about fifteen minutes away.

When I got home all the lights were off, suggesting that everyone was asleep. Thank God! But it was also 11:00 at night. I was out that late? Dang. I shut the door quietly and made my way upstairs to my room. Sarah my sister was already in bed sound asleep. I stripped my clothes off and climbed in bed. I curled myself in a ball and squeezed my eyes shut as the tears started rolling down my cheek. I thought about what tomorrow would hold and cried myself to sleep.