Pretty Girl

Chapter Three - May 9th 2009

Chapter Three

Katrina's Pov - 15 Years Old

False hope was a pretense that could cause trouble and allow your expectations to rise to a point where you couldn't differentiate between fantasy and reality anymore.

For some foolish reason, I felt the need to think as though a new home, a new family and a new life would mean that I would live a more exciting one. Something to look forward to.

False. Untrue. Completely absurd.

Call it anything you wanted to. Nothing ever really changed. Except for the money that is. I went from being broke to rich.

Had I abused my so called new privileges? Hell yeah.

Amanda Sterling took me in as her daughter but I knew that until I proved myself, I wouldn't actually ever be anything to her.

We both knew why I was here but I wanted her respect. I admired her resilient nature and attitude to get things done. She was a fantastic ballet dancer that I couldn't ever compare myself to.

She couldn't dance anymore due to an injury that happened when she was young and this was a main factor which influenced her into taking me in. I think in some way she felt as though I was someone she could live out her dream through.

She must be regretting it now.

Her husband Pietro. The old man that she married a few years ago. I could see it. He would fall if he kept going this way. His eyes were wrong. They were the same.

He needed to watch out, or he would die. They would all die. It caught up to them and they wouldn't have even realised that the darkness had come upon them and that was the best part.

The only really good part about having a new home was being able to suddenly have food and shelter available at all times.

Watching Alexander from afar was a pastime I clearly enjoyed. I knew that he probably saw me as a dumb little girl but all I saw him as was the one person who got me.

He never made me feel different like everyone else did. He just made me feel like me.

He couldn't really be human. Could he? He didn't care about what I did and it was interesting. The things he had probably heard about me seemed to be no barrier at all.

He always let me do my thing and pulled me out before I got screwed over for it.

I liked that. I hated it when people tried to give me advice on doing the 'right' thing. There was no right thing to do. Not really. The lines were already blurred.

I didn't know if I deserved to look at him the way I always did but I wasn't going to stop either.

My foolish fifteen year old self was obsessed with a person that was too good for me. Too good for anyone. Had that ever stopped me though? I would take what I wanted.

I couldn't help it. It had been a while since he had gone out and I was confused because I hadn't seen him around at all.

The only time I had actually ever focused on what Cassandra had to say was when it was about him. Recently, she kept talking about how he had a bunch of exams that he was focused on and she always told us how unbelievably brilliant he was. I wasn't shocked at that at all.

Everybody here loved him and looked up to him and I could see why.

He demanded respect and people gave it to him. I liked his fearlessness. He did what he wanted and didn't give a damn as long as he could live with whatever decision he made.