Astrid Burnz

Chapter 1

I only realised I had the power when I was 11.
I didn't really know. Earlier before that, I had a strange memory of me crying after my mother's beating, and running up to my bedroom. I remember looking up and seeing tiny fiery sparks. I had no real thought in what they were or what they were doing. I just sort of let it run by.
I remember when I was 11, sitting by the wall and reading. I remember being so high up, not caring what anyone thought. Then I fell...
I remember tumbling down, falling hard, screaming. Then I stopped.
Weird sparks caught me; they lifted me gently upwards and placed me onto the floor. They felt hot underneath my back, but I didn't complain. I can remember not saying anything, but people rushing at me and helping me, thinking I was hurt. I never really told anyone I was saved.
My mother and farther do not care for me. Now I am 15 years old, they hate me more. They lock me in my bedroom and the amount of times I scream, they add more minutes into the times I am locked in. My mother hits me sometimes and my farther just shouts or neglects. The only person in the entire world who cares for me is my sister Caroline.
We have suffered through the worst together. She has always been there for me. We love each other so much, always pretending we are mother and daughter. I love her with all my might.
If I let go now, I will lose her forever.