Friend Or Foe?

Me

I don't think he remembered me. He sat down and said nothing. Disappointment was written all over my face. I assumed that he would have saw me at least once and so would have recognised me. I hate this feeling. Caring for someone so much and them not even acknowledging your existence. I guess I should have been relieved, it would make it easier to forget him. Him. The handsome stranger who was the ruler of my mind, the mind in which I had no control over.

Days had passed since he had arrived and still he said nothing to me. When I saw he had no interest in me, my feelings for him began to decrease but it never stopped me from going to the park to see him. It was bad for me to continue this unrequited love, but I couldn't stop. When I saw him read and write at the park it made me want him more. Why couldn't the love of my life come and sweep me off my feet so that I wouldn't have to continue this, this... this...whatever this was called. It was tampering with my emotions which I was supposed to be learning how to control. I had to learn how to control them and fast, I only had one year until my sixteenth birthday and that wasn't enough time.

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It was time for lunch, and like everyday I missed it. The food here was terrible, and either way, my mother made such a big breakfast that it lasted me until dinner. So instead, during this time I would go into the library as it had great books about the weather and an art room right next to it which was always surprisingly empty, but I didn't mind. The less humans the better.
I was painting as if my whole life depended on it. It was the only way I could release the emotions I was harvesting within me.
I drew what I needed to let out. I drew a loved one being torn to pieces blood everywhere after a battle to the death, the enemy smiling maliciously, as he spits blood onto a little girl's plain white top, a little girl that is crying, crying to bring her father back to life...

"That's a very powerful painting. " a voice had said behind me causing shivers down my spine. I didn't turn around feeling that I knew exactly who was standing there. I heard foot steps coming towards me and time around me had froze. I looked at my surroundings and saw everyone one was frozen. I had done it again. But this time everyone was ice.

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School was closed due to a "mysterious snow storm" around the area. I sat in my room staring at the last thing my father had given to me before he had been taken from me. The necklace he said he would give to me on my sixteenth birthday. I hated them, they took him away, ripped him right away from my life. The enemy. They took a leader, a husband, a father, a friend. They took him without a care...

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at my balcony door but I couldn't see the person because it was night and the curtains only allowed me to see a silhouette of the well-built stranger. I knew it was a stranger because if it were apart of us I would sense it.

Then they started barking and howling and the alarms in the house went off. Mother burst into my room in a state of panic.

"Delaney, hurry up we must get you to safety, there is an intruder on our territory. It might be the enemy coming for you." this happened every time they didn't know the person that had come onto our premises. Nothing ever happened.

"Mother please calm down, it's probably nothing. And if it is then I can defend myself. " She looked at me with pleading eyes. Ever since we had lost my father she had been so protective, she believed that I was next, even though the attack of my father had happened many years ago when I was a child.

The beta came into my room to tell us everything had been taken care of. My mother began to breathe at a normal pace once again.
"I'm sorry I was panicking so much Deli, I just I can't stand to lose you. You're all I've got left, and you remind me of your father so much. " I felt so sorry for her, I wonder how it felt to have you soul mate ripped away from you in a matter of seconds, a feeling I never wished to experience.