Ava Mist

Birthdays

April 21st 2016'os (Ava's 16th Birthday)

~Ava's POV~

"Ava" My grandma shook me.
"hmm"
"get up."
"why?
"Because its your birthday and guests will be arriving shortly."
"Hang on, Its my birthday. Therefore i should have the right to sleep in as long as i want." I stated matter of factually.
"And, what Guests!"
"Now, love that's a surprise."
"ugh you know i hate supersizes!"
My grandma walked away and i stiffly sat up in bed.
Its my 16th birthday. I never understood what all the fuss about birthdays was.
I mean your only turning one year older. But then again 'normal' people get to celebrate it with there friends and have cake and be joyous.
But that's the thing i'm not 'normal' well my grandma and grandpa keep telling me i'm just 'special' which is what makes me so 'different'.
And because i'm 'special' people for some weird reason try to avoid me as much as possible. which i never understood. Its like they can see a ghost haunting me and as if i'm loon enough to care for it?
I'm 16, i have no friends and i haven't seen max since i was 7; and no one will tell me where, how, or what happened to him.
I remember the night i asked grandma if max could come and sleepover, and the expression on her face. it was as if i just poked someones eyeball out and started laughing.
she told me that he was sick and that he was getting sent somewhere, so here i thought he was dying and for all i know he probably is dead.
Just thinking about him makes my heart ache, he was such a good friend, he was my only friend.
i wiped the tear that was sliding down my cheek, away.
My grandma knocked on the door frame, and i quickly made myself look as if i was not just crying, before i turned to look at her.
"Uh, yes g-ma?"
"I was just wondering if you were out of bed. Whats wrong?"
"Oh, yeah i'm out of bed. and nothings wrong. Why?"
"Oh, you were just sitting there, and it looked like you were in deep thought. Penny for your thoughts?"
"G-ma nothings wrong, i was just thinking about who the 'guest' could be?" I lied
"Oh. Well your going to be very surprised." G-ma said joyously.
"Uh, i'm going to get dressed now."
"Oh, yes. Of course."
Grandma walked away from my bedroom down the hall, into the lounge room i presume to continue setting up for my little party.
As i got out some nice clothes suitable for the occasion i started thinking about how crappy my life has been. I mean everything was perfect until i turned 7.
My best friend. My only best friend went missing and i never knew why?
When i turned 8 i started noticing that people were always looking at me funny, and how my G-ma and G-pa started becoming quiet around me.
I could always sense when something bad was going to happen, or i'd get like dream-visions.
Which then got me thinking about the time i told G-ma and G-pa about the dream-visions i was getting, the expressions on there faces got me questioning them and they would never answer me.
I remember when i was 10 and how i got suspended because i apparently hurt some girl with out even realizing. When i went back to school people started calling me things like witch or 'devils child.'So we then had to move as the bullying got worse. I started discovering more things about myself as well as getting pushed and thrown around more, causing us to move place to place all the time.
As i stripped my pj's off i couldn't help but remember what i went through to get that battle scar on my back, that ran from my left shoulder blade down in a diagonal to the bottom corner on the right of my back.
I was riding my skateboard around at the park on my own, after i had an argument with my G-ma and G-pa.
Some teenagers that looked about 17-18 approached me and kidnapped me, using chloroform to knock me out.
When i awoke the first thing i tried to do was escape, and that's what caused me the scar.
The room that i was locked in had a window with bars, to try to stop me from getting out.
I noticed that the screws that were holding the bars were loose. So i sat there for at least an hour silently, trying not to become noticed, unscrewing the screws. I got rid of them and pulled the bars off and quietly placed them on the floor. As i was running towards the window to claim my freedom the door to the room flung open, and one of the guys jumped me. We both went flying through the window and i got cut. I was lucky that we were in a public place after just flying out the window. It caused quite a commotion and attracted a lot of the civilians around us attention.
Which is how i got home. one of the civilians called for the hospital and after my vision blurring i woke up in a hospital with, my G-ma and G-pa there.
I remember all the police interviews i had to go through, and how upsetting it was when they didn't find the boys who kidnapped me.
After that we moved again, and it wasn't until we moved and the case was closed i remembered eaves dropping on the boys in the car when they were kidnapping me.
They said something about, 'make sure shes locked up and looked after, otherwise the lord is going to kick our asses.'
I didn't tell G-ma or G-pa although i knew i should have.
I chucked on my and then did my hair and make-up.
For my make-up i only put on some eyeliner and 2 coats of mascara.
As for my hair i wanted to do something different, but after attempting 5 different hairstyle in 1 hour, i gave up and just did my everyday hairstyle.
Hair down, straightened, a bit teased with added volume from hairspray.
and just to classify, i am a scene kid with the teased hair, piercings and a tattoo that my g-ma and g-pa don't know about.