What the???

MUM?!? Part 1

How do I start? I've got it, hello my name is Y/n and I'm about to tell you the story of how everyone I know realized I wasn't just a normal kid.

"Y/n, get up or you'll be late for school!" a voice yelled from down the stair. Bolting upright I awoke from a great sleep! 'Man, I wish that could have lasted a bit longer.

"OK, ok, I'm awake mum. Just stop yelling" I yell back at her, but I mumble the last part, don't want an angry parent on my hands. Do not get me wrong I love my mum, but she is the reason I can't see my father anymore. I have not seen him since I was just a little kid, four years old to be exact. He gave me this blood red flower and said he will never forget me until this flower dies. So far, it's not dead much to my surprise.

I start to struggle to get out of my bed or as my mother calls it a pile of blankets. I hear her yelling again.

"Honey, if you don't get up right now, I will fight you!" she screamed up the stairs. Yeah, side note but I some how forgot to mention my family is not the most normal. Loads of people would call us 'superhuman' or 'freaks' you know the basic name calling. My mother her name is Jade she's super talented, but she can read minds which do not get me wrong is annoying but super cool! And my dad, well my dad is the devil as most people would call him, but his name is lucifer, gods greatest mistake, the fallen angle, there are so many names you can call him, but he is my dad. Then there's me, a five-foot-9 kid, just an average kid. Weird huh no powers when both of my parents are superhumans, well, that is all about to change for me just you wait.

After all of that struggling to get out of my bed, I start to get ready for the day, you know a "normal school day." You grab your uniform and get dressed, grab your bag and leave. That type of school day, Boring and normal, nothing weird or abnormal. I hear someone scream just before I can start changing. Me being the naïve and curious kid I am I run downstairs and see my mum laying on the ground like she had fallen.

"What the hell?! MUM are you ok?!" I scream at my mum I look up and see a mysterious figure standing behind my mother. My mind instantly starts racing trying to get me out of there not wanting the same fate my mother had but I am frozen in place. 'Why aren't you moving legs, come on!' I scream at myself mentally. Soon enough my brain gets the message and has me running back up the stairs to my room. I hear loud footsteps behind me, just before the front door is kicked in.

"FBI, Put your hands up and stop moving!" I hear someone yell, but I don't hesitate to continue running to my room. The footsteps started to get louder as if they are getting closer. I jump into my room slamming my door shut so whoever was behind me couldn't get the chance to grab or even touch me. I hear them banging on the door before more heavy footsteps started coming up the stairs.

"I said put your hands where I can see them! Come on put them up!" I hear people scream from outside of my door. I start to try and zone them out as I slide down the door. All I could hear now was muffled shouting from outside my door. All the events that had just happened started to get to me and I started to silently cry into my knees as I hug them close to my chest. zoning back into what has been happening right outside my door I hear shouting outside of my door.

"I want everyone to check the rooms for a kid about 5 foot 9. Don't approach with your guns they will be scared." The voice sounded soft and genuine but at the same time assertive and dominate. I look up and see that someone is trying to turn the handle of the door. I shoot up and back away from the door. 'Crap they are going to kill me aren't they. Oh well I did everything I could but why today. I just want one normal day!' I scream mentally but snap back to reality when the door opens. I see two people outside of the door, one girl and the other a boy. They look kind. i shouldn't trust them they could be helping the person from downstairs. I look around my room for something to defend myself. I see a baseball bat right next to my bed. I reach and grab it holding tight enough to turn my knuckles white. that seems to have gotten their attention...