Chapeter One- Leaving the house

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They all think I'm perfectly normal. And I always laugh and smile at that. There is one secret that they don't know. A secret that they won't find out until the day they see me in action.

It's sad really, when no one understands you. When no one listens. When they ignore you. When they act like you don't exist.

Then you change. Change into someone you never thought you could be. Someone you tried to avoid. Someone who has been wanting to come out and be released. Someone who you always talked to.

You start doing something very bad that you thought you would never do. A power in you that you never knew you had. Something that changes your life. Something that runs around your head. Something you can't stop. Something you can't control. Something that you enjoy and love.

I just sat there hearing the police sirens making me happy. I walked home looking around the alley making my skin go cold which I love. I talked to myself in my head. I just can't handle my life anymore. I need to run. The voice inside me answered. Then run. No one is stopping you are they? Hahaha. Just run. No one will ever notice that you're gone. Because you don't exist right? I felt the voice smile and laugh. You're right. I replied.

I was just stuck in my head that I didn't notice I bumped into someone. "Watch it." A man in a sweater with the hood on mumbled. "Sorry." I spoke back. I walked to a empty building climbing a ladder. It was nice and chilly outside. When it's nice and chilly like this it gives me something that I enjoy.

I felt a drip go down my cheek. I wiped it off and looked at my hand. It's raining! Yes! I love rainy days. The water begin to pour and everyone just ran like little roaches running from the Raid spray. Hehehe roaches. While I on the other hand was enjoying being soaked in the rain. My hair was damp. My skin went pale. My mascara and eye shadow went runny but I didn't mind. "Hey!" Someone yelled. "Give me back my cart!" The man I bumped into yelled. "Haha look the homeless man wants his cart." That's messed up.

I climbed down walking towards the scene. "Give him back his cart. "Aw a girl trying to stand up for a no one." I gritted my teeth. "You are a no one." I walked up to him. "Now give him back his stuff and no one will get hurt." They laughed.

"Whatever. Here's your basket." He tossed it over making the stuff fall over. "Thank you." The man said. "It's nothing." I picked up his things. "Here you go." He took the handle. I turned and walked away. "See you soon Jillian." Huh? I turned and the man wasn't there. I shook my head and continued to walk my way home.

"I'm home." I peeked my head through the door with my hair still dripping wet and my make up just smeared on my eyes. "No I said at 7:30." My dad just passed by. He had his suit on. His hair color brown also his eyes. He is pretty tall. He usually worked late on Saturdays.

Right now he is talking to a client right now. He is very known for saving the Mayor from being shot. He gets his respect but treated like a normal person. Now we get invited to the Mayor's partys and all that. "Well hi to you to." I mumbled.

My two brothers came fumbling down when I went up the stairs. Tom is ten years old and has blonde hair with blue eyes. He is a little bug that I feel like squishing. He is always playing around.

John is twelve years old. He has my dads brown hair but he has my mom's green eyes. He finds ways to prank me. They both are annoying bugs.

"Ugh! You little assholes!" I kicked them. "Hey! Be nice to your brothers." My mom passed by with a basket of clothes. She has green eyes and her hair is somewhat gold blonde. She is somewhat below my dad's shoulder and is very pretty.

I got my dads eye shape and hair color. I have blue eyes but oddly they change into green for some reason. I have my mom's small nose and small pouty lips. I am about 5'1. I have a curvy body which sucks. Guys always stare in a perverting way. My hair is in layers with blue high lights.

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