Kiss with a Scent

Chapter 1 - Kiss with a Scent

First chapter. Soooo excited!!!! Another update soon :) please don't forget to vote! <3 comment? ;)

"Did you double check the locks?" That was my uncle, always double checking. I guess he just wanted to keep us safe. I don't know why all these years he didn't think I was a threat.

"Of course I did. Triple checked." I announce proudly, but a thousand thoughts swirl in my head. They hit the walls and bounce back so quickly I really do feel like my head will explode. Maybe this is what humans feel like when they have headaches.

My uncle grins and nods his head slowly like he knows what I'm about to say. I don't want to sadden him, but we both know what needs to happen. I grew up, confined in these walls. Seeing the sun only when the windows aloud its' light to come in or when I went in the yard to play for a short time. For my family, or what was left of them, this didn't heighten their spirits. For me, it made my day, or more like my night, to see the sun go down.

"You don't have to leave." My uncle's statement almost sounds like he's trying not to beg. His eyes are glossy with unshed tears as he looks beyond where I'm standing. "You're 17 Raven."

"Age is insignificant when you have never left the confines of your' home Uncle Gaven. This will be my last night staying here. Will you be okay without me?" I ask the question quietly, in case he says no. What would I do if he did? I think I would leave anyway, but I would never tell him that.

"...We will be okay. What is it that you plan on doing when you leave? The world is a scary place as you can imagine." His voice was starting to rise and now I felt anger beginning to boil inside me. I had talked about leaving, this wasn't a surprise on my uncle. The last night I have here he asks what I'm planning to do. I was often told I had quite a temper, but what else can you expect from someone like me? I don't know what to even call myself.

"I need to know what I am. I will leave when the sun rises." With that the pounding began. The locks groaned under the pressure of what tried to get into the old brick home. I walked swiftly through the hall that led out of the parlor. No lights were ever on except the dim lamp in our den. I saw the light glow into the hallway, entering through the door way. 

 Walking from the stone floor onto a softer carpet, I ran my eyes quickly over the huddled people. The adults held their children close, the older kids sat stone faced. They must be waiting for it to be over. A few younger additions to our family silently sobbed into their guardians chests. Every night these entities would bang on our walls, trying to reach us. 

I would like to say hey never could, but as I mentioned before this was what was left of my family. They would never leave their home and I got a few angry glances for planning to. I was the only one who could leave, besides my uncle. We are different.

When I was young my uncle told me of how different we really were. I'm half of whatever those things are that try to get into our house. Uncle Gaven is too and it goes way farther back then him. Without a pattern people were chosen across the world, by something more evil then I could picture, to carry half of the heartlessness the thing held. They would have the curse of their growing family, never being able to leave their home.

That's why tonight, like any other night, my relatives were terrified for their lives. But I could leave if I wanted because of my broken soul. When I say we carry half of his heartlessness, I mean he stole half our soul.

This is passed on to a child of the cursed. Only one of the children, the first child, will have this weight on their shoulders. I'm never going to bring a child into a world, knowing they'll go through what I have. 

My little cousins timid voice broke me away from my thoughts. "You're going to leave?" I couldn't tell if her tears were of fear or sadness of me going.