Stars Behind Us

Accepted

Vidalia rosewood

My head spends the pounding feels as if it has taken over my body. With aching from head to toe I pull myself up stumbling I look around. Victor is sprawled across the floor. I can't stop the bile from rushing up, gagging. What a pathetic excuse for a father. Turning I head towards the bathroom almost tripping over his body. The girl in the mirror looks nothing alike how I feel. Blood covers her from top to bottom, blue hair turning purple then brown. As I scan every aching spot there is no sign of any damage. Shock floods my brain as I step into the shower. I should be dead or at least crippled but The girl in the mirror looks dirty yet healthy.

Letting the scolding water cascade down my body I just stand there emotionless. Slowly the pain fades and I quickly get out drying off and changing. Shuffling through the closet I grabbed the biggest suitcase I can find. Packing everything that can fit a slide a full backpack on my shoulders and carry the suitcase to the front door.

Taking one last look around the only home I've ever known. It used to be full of light and laughter, but for two years now it's been full of nothing but pain. I still remember the day it all changed. The morning of my 18th birthday, the day my mark showed up with flowers covering my shoulders and a Celtic knot in the center of my breast I was so happy to finally use my powers to the fullest. Excitedly I rushed to the kitchen to show my parents. My mother began to cry and fall to her knees. My father went to comfort her. I didn't understand why she was so upset. Walking toward her I was pushed back by my father's air magic. My features contorted with confusion as his morphed into rage. ' stay away w****, you have no place here! ' Father screamed with pulses of air tripping me. ' father, I didn't apostrophe The words wouldn't come out. He had trapped the air in my lungs. My vision began to blur as the oxygen left my body. Blackness crossed my vision the last thing I remember was my father's hatred.

Coming out of my thoughts I open the letter one last time.

Dear Ms rosewood, we are excited to have received your fall enrollment papers. You are expected to arrive to the school of magic and war on September 1st 3221. You will have a pure escort waiting to show you to your living quarters. Everything will be provided for you and classes will begin on September 2nd 3221. Sincerely had mistress Greenfield.