Okay, Chapter One! This does contain mild language. Just a warning. Soooo yeah enjoy!! Baizzzzzzzzz :)
My name is…scratch that I don’t know my real name, so until I do, you can call me Juliet. I like that name.
I have black hair and green eyes.
I am thin and like the colours blue and black.
I don’t know who I am.
I am an orphan, adopted by a family with a last name of Fontaine. They hate me.
But they are cruel.
They try to mould me to be like them.
But I will never be like them.
They aim to kill.
So, there you have it in a nutshell and hence the life I live. But I’m not normal and I never will be. Well, I don’t remember half my life like I should, and the doctors call it “Permanent Memory Defection” where I can’t retain memories like normal people. So I’m a disability kid, and I constantly have to write things down to remember. I don’t go home and I usually stay at a friend’s house or sleep on a bench. Anything’s better than going home.
I sit under a willow tree by a river, the calming swish of the water singing to me like violins. I take my guitar case and my acoustic out. I strum a few notes together, they sound beautiful. Music is in everything. This is my safe place, my haven on Earth. The one place nobody can hurt me. Suddenly the crackle of leaves on the ground shatter my solace. I’m not alone anymore.
“Get over here you fag!” Isaac Damee screams at me. I look up from my things to see his pimply, sweat-caked face staring down at me, a malicious grin carved onto his face. This was going to hurt and I knew it. Isaac was my personal hell, the only person who went out of his way to torment me.
“Get away Isaac!” I yelled getting up, trying to find new solace. But there’s no solace in hell. And Isaac gave me none. One day he will fall in the blood of his own power. Hopefully soon.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me faggot!”
Then I ran, he thudded after me. Quel surprise? I thought. But I wouldn’t be able to outrun Isaac forever. Past experience told me that. But then I remembered. My guitar! My stuff! I thought. Damn! Isaac found them first, and he was ripping and snapping them in half. My acoustic he’d thrown in the river with its case.
Anger surged through me. He’d destroyed the one thing I’d held dear to me my whole life. Now he was going to pay, even if I got maimed in the process. A raging fire surged through me like a storm. A hurricane of anger exploded within me.
“Damn you Isaac, you’ll pay for that!”
He smiled evilly.
“Make me…fucker.” I lunged at him, punching every part I could find until I felt liquid blood run down his nose.
“Why…you little ass!” He jumped on me, punching me like I was a punching bag. I curled up in fetal position, feeling blood everywhere. It hurt so badly and soon my vision was blurred. I was going to pass out soon, and he was going to beat me to death. Please…please stop I thought before going out.
Before I went unconscious, the pounded fists against my frail skin stopped, to my surprise, and I watched Isaac robotically get up and leave.
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Moonrisen Angel
Teen FictionMy wings are my curse. But also a gift. I am enslaved. By others like me. And when my masters are too weak to take control. They asked me to help them. Naturally I did. But what I found out was... Soon a war would rise. And I remember the cries.
