If This Was A Movie

Chapter 1: Cross My Heart And Hope To Die

Chapter 1: Cross My Heart And Hope To Die
Sophie.

You know that there's something wrong with you when you think you may have seen something odd. When you believe that you've noticed something out of the ordinary. When you realize that something that isn't supposed to be there actually is. It's a weird feeling, don't you agree?

This feeling that you may have caught a glimpse of something out of the ordinary. How odd, that we as humans, deal with such things very rarely and yet they are not treated as rare events. Typically, it is written off as being crazy or a lunatic. I find it interesting that no one really takes an interest in things like this.

The supernatural, for instance.

The fear that there is something unknown out there, waiting in the shadows, watching us, ruling us, learning our movements so it can strike at the perfect moment. The second that we are weak enough, it will attack. The fear that we will lose everything and everyone we love, the fear that we will have to bow down to those creatures is strong in many people.

But most go about their daily lives as if nothing ever happened. They live a normal life, with no idea what crawls around in the dark. No idea what crawls around in the darkness of the night.

The creatures of the dark, the Nylacaers as the old terms refer to them.

Many of them are peaceful, but there are those select few who decide to lead a separate life. They have many names in many different languages. I only hope I never have to meet them. That would not be a good idea. I would not like to meet them. Ever.

And who am I, you wonder? Do you wish to know it?

They call me Sophie. Sophie Kasella.

I can swear my name was meant to be something much cooler and less bitchy than that. Seriously, this random girl came up to me assuming I was one of those popular bitches and was immediately going to be friends with her. Obviously, telling her as nicely as possible (which ain't very nice at all by the way) that I didn't like her and never would, was not one of those from her squad, and had my own squad to go to. Then when she saw a mate of mine, she shut her fucking gob up so fast I laughed at how quick she ran away from him. He isn't that scary, by the way. Just has a ton of piercings and tattoos. He's such a sweetheart, I promise. He loves Taylor Swift (because why wouldn't you?)

And don't know even get me started on my family. Ugh!

My family has always meant to piss me off. On purpose. They were born to do it and that's why I was born. They never shut up about anything about my pen situation or my wishes for the future. They say that I should settle down, start behaving better, and shut my stupid mother fucking troublemaking mouth or else it will get me into a lot of serious business that I won't like.

My sister is brainwashed to think exactly like my mother does- in any way shape or form. My younger brother is the exact same. He believes the same things as they do. My older brother is the only sane one like me- but he isn't living under the same roof as us right now. Lucky bastard, but I'll explain that another time.

And dear old daddy...

My father is a touchy subject. I hate talking about him. Maybe I'll be able to explain in the future. It explains exactly why I have trust issues with several people I guess. It explains why I am so quiet with new people.

Sometimes, people don't understand things. And we who understand them are the ones that have to show them the way through the problem. But what if there is a problem that no one understands? What are we supposed to do then? How are we supposed to find our way through the problem?