Two broken pieces.

Chapter 1

I hate myself. I hate this life. I hate it that I'm always the one ruining it all. I will run and see where I'll end up. Maybe dead in a ditch. I don't care, but I can't hurt even more people with my cursed gift.

It's 4 a.m. and my aunt is asleep. I look around my room to search for anything I could have missed. I put my long black hair up and walk out of the place I called home. Going down the little hall past my aunts room. I love her, but things were said last night that I can't look past. I put on my boots and oversized black hoodie and over it a dark jacket from myDad. I miss him. Well I'm the one too blame for him not being here anymore.
I open the door and walk outside to the street. I have too get to the airport . I think it leaves at 6 a.m. so better hurry. I walk to the bus station and waited for a good 10 minutes. I got on and sat down by the window. I live about 20 minutes from the airport. I closed my eyes until I feel the breaks and looked to see that I arrived. I took my bags and left the bus. I made my way too the entrance and walked in straight to boarding. I'm an hour early that's good. After boarding I sat down on one of the waiting chairs and set a timer so that I could sleep for a minute. I closed my eyes and imagined my life in Japan , Tokyo. I heard there were a lot of people like me with gifts, also bad ones, but who cares. I will make the best of it. I walk up to the security and got searched then I got onto the plane. Now I have to endure 15 hours of flying.

15 hours later

I got out of the plain. And I feel like death. Now I have too find a cheap place too stay until I find somewhere to work. I went to look for a taxi. I found the taxi stand and got into one. I asked if they knew where I could stay for cheap. He said he could take me downtown, but that it's not safe there. I said yes the second he stopped to talk. He looked at me as if I was crazy. But he doesn't know that I was cursed with a power that was pure evil. I got ripped out of my thoughts by the taxi driver starting the car. It took about 40 minutes to get there. I payed him and got out. The driver told me to stay safe and drove off. I looked around and saw something like a love hotel. A room for one night costed about 3 Dollars. I thought the price was insanely cheap, but oh well I don't have enough money for anything else. I went inside and booked a room for a week. That's how long I can afford. The receptionist gave me the keys and said too not get cum on the sheets. Wow, she thinks I'm a prostitute. Lovely. I just nodded and went to room 18. I went inside and looking around it's not bad. I threw my stuff in the corner and just passed out on the bed. I woke up at around 1 p.m. I got up an started to make myself look presentable. I got everything I would need and went out looking for a job. Day after day passed and no luck. Maybe I will become a sex worker after all. It sound like getting money. On the seventh day I came back into my room.Okay I can't do this. I walked out the hotel and just went straight ahead. I think I'm having a meltdown. My make up is smudged and I wear black sweatpants with my black hoodie and my hair everywhere. I have about five dollars left so lets spend it on alcohol. I went into the store showed them that I was 24 years old got a bottle of vodka and left. The first sip burned , but it got easier as time went by. Before I knew it I was lost drunk and angry. I stumbled into a dark ally and saw a dude harassing a girl. She kept saying no. Then it happened. I started walking towards them and slammed the bottle over his head. He fell to the floor and screamed some names to come and help him. Before I knew it about ten guys were around me. The girl already ran away.I was so angry and frustrated. I thought about me killing my dad and the look he had. The face my aunt made when she saw her brother brutally murdered by his own daughter. You see the curse I was born with lets me control dark matter. Its a dark liquid that I produce.I can change anything about the effects it has.Shape, speed even it's element.The problem is that if I'm emotional it gets out of hand. I was found in my old house in flames without a single scratch.I was 4 years old. After I saw him dead I apparently set the hous on fire.
Before I knew it all the guys were found dead around me. I killed them without noticing. Oh no. NONONONONONO. Not again. I am not a bad person. Then I hear a girl behind me telling me that I'm pretty badass and if I could give her some blood.