Kianna's Past

Chapter Two

Fifteen-year-old me was secretly listening to my mom talking quietly to her new boyfriend, via phone. DON'T BLAME ME IF I FORGOT THE NAME.

"No, no, nothing reminds me," Keres was saying. She listened a bit more. "Well... I do have a daughter. Her name is Kianna," Keres said quietly. "I'm sure you would love her though. She is quite the fiery spirit." Keres listened to her boyfriend talk, and then gasp. "No! No, no, no! I can't!" Keres fell silent, then said, with the biggest amount of hesitation possible, she said, "H-h-h-how?" Keres listened for a bit more, and then slowly nodded. "Okay," she said, then hung up. I wondered what my mom couldn't do for the whole night, but slept peacefully. I don't think I would've slept so nicely if I had known what she had in store for me.

The next morning, I woke up in a silent house. It wasn't abnormal, Mom had left me home before. School was only a block away anyhow. I dressed, made myself breakfast, and sat at the counter eating it. Once I was done, I stood up to put my dishes away, only to see a tiny note fluttering in the wind of the AC. I put my dishes away, then took another look. It was cleverly hidden, hidden in a way that I wouldn't have seen it if it hadn't been moving. I pulled it out of its hiding spot and read the note. It was written in my mother's bold, loopy handwriting.

Tonight. Poison in her evening tea. Reminders of Hades will be gone forever.

I read the note over and over again. It was strange. I could believe it, and yet I couldn't. My mother wanted to poison me, to kill me, to be rid of me forever. I knew what I had to do. I had to leave this house, leave this place forever. I put the note back where it was and stood up. I didn't feel sadness, only solemness. This moment had been coming my whole life, and somehow I knew what to do. I looked at myself in the mirror. My proud self, my solemn self, my strange self, who I was. At that moment, no one could do anything to break me. I was me. I turned away and unlocked the door, opened it, stepped outside, and looked back one more time. Everything I knew I was leaving behind. But I had to. I nodded a solemn nod, closed the door behind me, and ran, far away, where my mother or her boyfriend would never see me again.