I never believed in the vampire, werewolf, fairy tale crap until I turned 17.
Oh buddy. My whole life changed then. It was actually the day after my seventeenth birthday. My dad had been in Berlin so I hadn't celebrated, besides ordering a pizza for me and the house keeper, Rosalyn. She didn't mind, since I made her forget afterwards.
Yeah, I can do that. I inherited it from my mom. Dad thought it was a little bit weird, but went along with it. Mom died when I was 7 of breast cancer, so I never really got anyone to teach me how to use it. I had to learn by myself, but I've pretty much got it down now. If I want, you could see a person every day and if they say a word is planted in your brain you'd never remember them. Or you'd our act as if they weren't even there.
This is the story of how I learned who and what my mother truly was and how she really died- and what she truly passed onto me.
YOU ARE READING
Inheritance from mummy dearest
Teen FictionI don't remember what this is about, or where I was going with this story line. it's been years since I even glanced at it. To be honest, I didn't even remember posting it.
