Spiritual Blooming

Chapter 3: Protection

Rainy, cloudy gray clouds still loom over the sky as the wind

blows hard. Rain comes down harder than it has done this

morning. I still walk in the rain with no umbrella to cover

me. My home is three blocks away from school. Crow Street is where

I live, in the very house everyone fears and think to be cursed. The

grass is always gloomy; no living thing is alive. The front of the house

looks like no one lives there. As I step closer to the door, I reach for

the knob and turn.

Screaming can be heard and things breaking. I run in to find

my mother on the ground in the kitchen with him standing over her

with a beer in his hand and a smoke in the other. He looks my way

as I stand there in shock; he turns back to my mom and starts kicking

her. I am too shocked to move or to do something, until something

comes over me, and I bolt from the ground. I ran toward him,

knocking him to the ground, the beer bottle breaking. I run over to

my mom and check her.

"Mom, are you okay?"

She just shakes her head yes. I help her get up when I am tackled

to the ground, and I feel a heavy body on top of me holding my

collar.

The next thing hits me hard in the eye. I can feel myself fading

away, and everything becomes blurry. I hear my mom yelling something

like, "Don't grab that broken beer bottle."

That's when I feel a sting on my upper arm; I feel the weight

being lifted off me. I sit up as the blurriness goes away, and I look

around to find my mother next to me, helping me up, and there he

stands proud and bold.

"Next time, little girl, you won't be so lucky," Mike says as my

mother leads me out of the room, up the stairs to my room.

My mother insists on helping me, but I don't let her. I head

into my room on my own and just lie on the bed in pain. I look out

the window as the sun shines on me through the window, and then I

look back at the ceiling, wondering when my life begin will.

"Oh, God, if you can hear me know, please save me." I sigh

and wrap my arm up and put on a tank top on and lie in bed as the

darkness takes over.

The next day is a pain. I leave my tank top on, and I just put on

a zip-up jacket, pulling the hood over to cover my black eye. I am at

my locker, avoiding everyone today, even the spirits, but then again,

no one notices I am here except her, Avisha. I feel her presence next

to me

"Haven, are you all right? You're dressed different, and you've

been out of it the whole day."

Everyone has cleared out, and it is just me and her. I close my

locker, walking away from it, when she grabs me by the upper arm

where he has cut me.

"Uhhhh!" I scream, holding on to the wound.

"Haven, I am sorry, I didn't mean to." My hood has fallen.

"Haven, what happened to your eye?"

That's when I wanted to run away, but then I am pulled into a

hug. "Don't move. He is here."

I want to know who, so I speak for the first time, "Who?" I turn

around, and there he stands, the guy who has given me the cut and a

black eye. He is the black one.