Chapter 1

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I was alone, in a dark, big and scary room. He was the one I was looking for, the responsible of my loneliness. During the time that I was there, I didn't notice there was a window, perfect!. The only problem was that I didn't know where I was. I tried to look at the window but it was dark, maybe it was 8:00 or 9:00 pm. I didn't have my weapons or something just hope. I was tied up to a chair. My dark, long hair was tied up with a ponytail. He knew my moves. He knew how I would try to escape, but he didn't know everything about me. After many years of living with him, he never saw or questioned the things I did, he just limited his life to look at me, to want me, to do a lot of things with me that I didn't want.

"Look who decide to show up!" I laughed; he looked like the same as always, old and tired.

After mom died, he became an alcoholic, he was coming late to home, he didn't pay the bills, there was no food, nothing, you know, "the perfect father".

"Oh shut up" he slapped me, hard, but it didn't hurt like before, when I was weak and stupid.

"You know that doesn't hurt me anymore!" I screamed at him.

"After 15 years of not being with you, and you still act like a child"

"Well look who is talking" I told him with irony in my voice.

The sound of my voice was like the one of his hand hitting my cheek. I just stayed in there, looking at him with angry eyes.

"After all these years and you don't get enough of hitting me, don't you?" I said, still in the floor. He decided to just hit me. He hit me every time just like in the past. Thanks to him, I began to feel nothing, you can hit me all you want and I'm not going to feel it.

"That's all you got? After everything that have happened in these last 29 years and you haven't learnt how to hit, uh?" I hit him with my leg in his parts. He stopped hitting me and tried to run to the bathroom. I looked in all the room trying to find something to escape. I found scissors so I tried to walk without making a sound, thanks that they were close to me. I started to hit the table so the scissors fell. I hide them so he didn't know about it.

I was still in the floor, I was there like for two or three days, I really didn't know. I was hungry, thirsty, I couldn't move, and he really didn't care that I was in that situation.

The days past like centuries. He didn't want to talk to me, he didn't want to know about me, just like before.

*Flashback*

I just arrive from school. Tomorrow I will have my big test to know if I can pass to 3rd grade. Today is 2 years since mom died, and I'm really scare, dad has been changing a lot, he comes home drunk and just hit me all the time. He comes in the night so the house is all the time in darkness, just like my soul. I never have friends because of that; they thought my "father" was going to hurt them or something. People didn't know this, but mom was killed by a demon, I was so scared that I hid in her closet and I saw how that demon cut and killed my mommy. I wanted to help her but I knew that if I pop out from the closet, the demon would kill me. After that, people told me that she just got a heart attack and died and I "would believe" them. After that, I began to read a lot about them, I became the "weird" one in my school, people thought I was crazy and that made me to study harder, so I could be away from them.

*end of flashback*

Later I became a hunter, not an animal hunter, a supernatural hunter. I realized one day, that I have like this "special power", in my "dreams" everything became real. For example, one day I dream that a girl suicide and 2 days later in the news there was the case of a girl named Amanda Tood. This wasn't the first time that happen so I got to the conclusion that I was a weapon of the world that could save people. I'm in this for like 12 years and no one knew except him. At first, he didn't believe until he saw it with his own eyes.

*Flashback*

I was on a hunt but I needed to go home to change and take my weapons. When I entered, I knew that dad was in there but I didn't care until I got to my room and I found him searching in my stuff. I looked for my weapons but he had them beside him.


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