Colorless Eyes

Chapter One: Before

I stared at the floor of the train, dreaded that I would have to get off soon. My headache suddenly got worse, pounding in my head like a sledgehammer on a rickety elevator, not that I would know what that sounds like anyway. I hated being on the run. Like in most movies, I have been on the run from police for about a month with my best friend Giloniel Sunrij. Everyday, I ask myself how the heck I got here, but I knew the answer every time.

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It was late in the afternoon on a Tuesday in July. I went into my father's study to ask him a question.

"Hey Dad, could I buy this album?" He ignored me and continued staring at his desk, writing facts on insects, and drawing them on the next page. "How come you never answer me?!" I nearly yelled to the heavens. Anger bubbled inside of me. Every single time I wanted to talk to my dad he would always ignore me. He would only answer if I said I wanted to get a tattoo of Justin Beiber's face on my arm... And he would say no (not that I would ever do that for the life of me). The anger still lingered and buzzed through my (now anger trembling) body. But soon enough, the anger turned to bitter hate.

The next parts happened so fast I can barely remember them. I saw a blue fire rush from my veins and out at my father, water coming from the windows, as the house started to shake. I remembered thinking that these types of things only happen in movies, not to me, but it was real. I glanced around the flooded room until my gaze landed on my father's bloody face. I rushed to him and held him in my arms, but I was only making it worse. He collapsed to the ground, and I stood there crying, wishing I didn't do what I had just done. My father lay in my arms staring off at the soon to be water stained ceiling. I don't know how that even happened. More and more tears streamed down my face as I watched the life seep from my father's eyes, and dissipate into thin air. But I knew I didn't do that, it was impossible. The real damage of the situation at that time didn't hit me yet, because everything happened so fast.

My mother rushed into the room, and quickly ran outside as if she just saw the murder take place... Oh wait. Then, thoughts and memories of us together (until he stopped talking to me) started to fill my brain. I crashed down, water still pouring from the windows and my eyes. I gathered some of my father's books and papers, and ran into my room.

Then mom came back, as I ran into the hall. Someone had called the police, while my mom started screaming at me, telling me I was a murderer while people captured it on camera, posting mean and absurd comments on various types of social media. I ran back into my room yelling at myself to wake up, but it wasn't a dream. I bounced onto my bed, and shoved my head into my hard lumpy pillow. My vision blurred as my mom ran into my room, hurtful words rambling from her mouth.

"I always knew from the start that you were..." I don't remember anything after that...but one thing is for sure, I will never forget my mother's cold eyes staring deep into my regretful soul.

AN: I hope everyone likes the first chapter of this new book. Btw my last fanfic has been put on hold for reasons of me not caring anymore. Sorry (not that y'all care anyway). Anyway hope everyone likes! :-) have a nice day or night!!!