promise?

First

Silent...everything was silent our eyes met,but I blinked,he was gone,I was in the dark...
What happened? "I don't know...."

Where shall we start?
what can i say?
I dont know...Let's go with the old fashion story starter....

It all stated a long long time ago. When I was...5/6I cant remember.
My parent wanted to divorce because 'aparently 'my dad was in an affair,all they ever do was argue, so I end up watching drama every day listening to slamming doors,swearing,shouting... the lot. My dad couldn't take the heat anymore so he went. I love my dad so I went after him but he drove off, I was a fast runner chasing after him but the sheets of rain keep pouring down,he can't see me ,I was only small. He stepped on the pedal and was miles away, I stoped.out of breath. I yelled. No one heard. The only reply was a loud horn then I realised. It was too late.

I don't know...
I open my eyes and he was in front of me,curious yet scared to come any closer
"Who are you? Why are you here?" He spoke . I stayed silent. I looked into his eyes. His dark miserable,clouded eyes that filled with sad and loneliness,I stay silent his eyes turn mad along with his facial expression. I realised.
"I don't know..."
"You like that phrase don't you?"
"I don't know"
I can tell he was getting annoyed,he walked off with out saying another word
"Hey. ...." before I could say anything he clicked his fingers. I blinked. I was in hospital,with family members surrounding me. None of them looked happy. I closed my eyes hopping to go back but this time there was only darkness....

I slept when I woke I ignored every one, I spent 3 weeks in hospital. My mother wasn't happy. I was often left alone. Dad never came. I waited and waited but he never came. They all felt sorry for me but.... What can I say. I'm already used to my life...

After coming out of hospital I stayed with my grandparents, I stayed with them for 10 years before my mum realised my existence... it's not like she didn't come and see me but like a ghost... she only visit when I'm asleep and leave things. I never seen him after the fist time... but he never left my mind even after ten years some times I would feel him close by and when I tell people that i get send to see a phycologist about my strange behaviour and feelings... which annoyed me because I'm not crazy... I'm fine... maybe that's why my mum never wanted me back because I was crazy.
Every one who live here thinks that i am crazy... we live on a island
'isla del Diablo' that's what they call this place 'devil's island' because according to believes we live on top of the under world....

The name is Spanish because Is was a Spanish person who discover this place and started the population but the reason they named it was because he was a devil... his dark side was worse than a devil... after he died he disappeared...his family got treated badly and also disapeared... no one know what happened,their mansion was at the highest point on the island you can see it from miles away. They did things to the family but still kept their place; apparently it's haunted,not far of the mansion is a grave yard; I visit there often....very often... don't ask.....

Any way We have a small population here about 600 people or so. Everyone know each other very well and the history of this place very well; I spend most of my time studying history about this place too...I was only interested in him..things that i could relate to him... I always fail....

"Stop it already. Just give up! You're insane! What ever you say is not real"
That's what they all say,I'm surprised that i came manage school and passing my GCSE...now every one is going to have a party after all its the start of summer! 'Fun!' -_-"

As I walk out of the gates one of the popular girls came up to me
"Hey what you doing in the holiday?"
"Nothing much,why?" I ask. (I'm antisocial...after all I'm crazy...so...you...know...I'm a sad lonely person)
She clap her hands together like something amazing just happened
"Yasss!!!! Great...we're having a party...and you're invited, "

"Em... okay..., thanks"
"Its cool,I always wanted to know more about you,we would be very good friends you know"

Automatically she linked my arm with hers

"Your name is Cecelia right? I am Amelia"
"Em... yeah...I know that..."
"Well it's just that you don't talk much and don't make much of an appearance I thought I might introduce myself"
"I don't know..."
"You sould totally join our group,there's like all the cool people...you know..."
"Em...."
"You know, Karis,Megan,Kerin,me obviously and...."

My phone rang....
"Hello"
Eventhough it's not on speaker you can hear my mum screaming down
"Come to the hospital now.... hurry up and get here or else you're in big trouble"
"......"
She put the phone down.
"Sorry I got to go"
"Wait where?"
"Hospital..."
"Come on I'll give you a ride..."
"Thanks..."
"Comon,don't waste anymore time"

We got in her car...it was a mess...a big mess
"Sorry,it's my mum's car"
"Right..."

She started the engine and speed all the way do the hospital without any warnings...it's even worse than ridding a roller-coaster.

I took a deep breath to calm myself
"Thanks for the ride"
"Its ok, see you soon"
"K"
"You have my number right?"
"Em...no... I don't know... I don't think so..."

"Its ok... I'll find you some how"
"K"

I rush in the hospital and found my family members stood round the bed... the atmosphere was heavy and depressed...while I walked in confussed....until I realised who was on the bed...well death bed.
Everything froze for a moment my mind blank
"No....no....it can't be.....no...grandpa....no..."
Tears stroll down my eyes,my legs too weak to stand,I collapsed next to the bed...the monitor showed nothing but a straight line
"Grandpa...I'm Sorry...I'm too late...I'm Sorry..." my voice was weak. My mum dragged me out of the room putting me in the corridoor crying...
I loved him...he was the only one that cared...the only one I loved...and he's gone,gone for ever,I didn't even say goodbye .
I heard from the doctors it was heartatack that took him...once again I felt him close by but now I think that im acctuly insane,we didn't go home until Sunset,it was windy,with dark clouds coming from the east.
No one talked on the way home...everyone was depressed and annoyed especially my mum... as soon as we got on the drive she got out and slam the car door,I followed...I wasn't looking for trouble,yet when she opened the door letters and invites are scattered all over the floor.
She looked at me with demon eyes,which make me take a step back...
"What is all this crap?"
"I don't know....people from school I guess"

"Well you should had known better...invites ,parties what's next? Drugs? Sex? What have you turned into? Have I not taught my daughter properly?"

"Its just..." she slapped me across the face
"You're nothing more than a trouble maker,you're useless,to everyone"
She grab hold of my wrist and drag me upstairs with great force.... I was weak yet I have the courage to fight back. I broke free from her hold
"No...what do you know?I'm not your perfect daughter,the one that you always dreamt of,the one that know everything and listen to you,I'm not your slave your prisoner,don't use me like a tool then throw me away!"

I ran down stairs and into the kitchen she followed she turn me round to face her yet the next thing I know was a knife coming my direction...
I screamed...it didn't stab me in my face but my arm,she drop the knife,took a step back ,I tried to hold in the pain but cold sweat still roll down my forehead, I look at her with hopeless eyes...blood run down my arm dripping on the floor my other hand also covered in blood,I grab my bag, my jacket and the invites before going out and slamming the fucking door!

Rain started to pour down like an open tap... I had no idea where to go... there was no where to go...I followed my instinct and walked on...I realised that I'm not the crazy one...she was.
When I reach the grave yard the rain calm down, I was drenched from head to toe and my cut hurt like mad blood stained my white dress and some of my belongings...my arm was pale,I start to shiver.
I wonder round before sitting down under a large tree in the yard,some spot was dry which was good ,I rip some of my dress to wrap up the cut,the agony cant be described,it was torture,she must have hated me very much to have stab me that deep...

I closed my eyes but the pain won't go away...I look at the invitations,they were from the popular people inviting me to go to their parties,but I wasn't interested in parties I was in agony...

I close my eyes.I felt him near. I open my eyes...he was in front of me,his eyes full of melancholy,his emotions did he feel my pain? I close my eyes again then open them,this time he was still there,looking at me,I can see my reflection from his eyes I was pale like a dead person...I was weak and useless. Once again I closed my eyes this time I have no strength to open them again.....