Pretty Girl

Chapter One - October 16th 2005

Chapter One

Katrina's Pov - 11 Years Old

Every human being was present on earth to fulfill their destiny. The one purpose that defined their true role in life.

There is no good or bad. Everything just is. There were many forms of evil and dirty rotten beings who always took but never gave.

I wasn't born in a thunderstorm but I definitely survived one.

Oh it was much worse than a pathetic thunderstorm that would only prove to undermine my existence.

They called me the miracle baby, god's child. One of the only few survivors of a tragic natural disaster that took hundreds of thousands of lives away.

They changed their tune after they spent over five minutes with me.

It was supposed to be a compliment but it really wasn't. It was the biggest insult I've ever heard. It reminded me again and again that my pathetic existence on this earth was . . . well, pathetic and existent.

The so-called explanation I was given when I was old enough to comprehend a basic sentence was that the tsunami struck when my parents were on vacation. Their bodies were found in a cheap hotel room and it's hilarious how even they didn't seem to care about me. I was told that they were both found hugging in their bed with a bunch of protective measures over them while I was placed in a crib, in front of the door so that I would be taken first. Literally. They have all the details written down because I survived.

One of the only survivors basically.

Apparently the area in front of the door where my crib was placed was in the opposite direction of the brunt of where the tsunami hit, so I somehow made it.

I wasn't supposed to, but oh well.

My parents would've made it too if it wasn't for one of the 'protective measures' that snapped and collapsed on their bodies, instantly killing them. If only they were in the room that I was present in. If only I wasn't probably crying my heart out in that room. They would've gotten me killed with them.

Only if . . .

So my question was. Did they die because of something that I indirectly did? Or were they just stupid and cruel?

It really would shed some light on why I had such a pleasant, wonderful personality.

I didn't even care about the details to be honest. It was pretty straight forward. I made it, they didn't.

God knows for what reason they were there when there were clear indications of a tsunami coming and honestly who cared anyways? Never knew them anyways and it's not like they had any family left.

I saw in some documents that my mother wanted to get an abortion but it was too late.

Apparently she was a major drug addict and they were both really messed up in different ways.

That evidently told me everything I needed to know about why I was alone in that room.

Sucked to be me. Or did it?

After I had a chance to read through the details and actually look over the information they had gotten down, I realised that this was my purpose.

To be alone and unwanted. To ruin and destroy everything. I was a natural born lunatic. Ever since I'd known my name. Since I had been able to think with a brain there had only been misfortune brought to everyone around me and cruel deeds that I'd committed.