Untitled Part 1

Prologue: In the Beginning

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first story, so please give me honest and constructive criticism. It really does help, and it will help me to produce better material. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy! The pictures I used are not mine, they go to their respected artists. Also this is original material, so all rights are reserved, and there is Copyright as well.
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I sat in the classroom irritably, despising the noise from the other students in my 10th period class. 'UGH, please let the bell ring soon,' I thought as my eyebrow twitches. I sat in my seat in the back, ignoring everyone who tried to speak to me. 'I already don't like people, so why did Mom think it was a wonderful idea for me to start making friends? It never works, it hasn't since elementary school', I remembered silently, closing my eyes as I bounced my leg against the floor. For being a Sophomore in high school, you'd think I'd have a group of friends already, but that wasn't the case for me.

"Hey, little bitch!" I opened my eyes and looked up to see a group starting to stand around my desk. I first glared at them before sighing, trying to ignore their persistent natures. "Uh, hello? Is the little bitch trying to be all cool," a female student asked me, a grin forming on her face. Based on how she was talking, I could only assume that she was not only popular, but toxic. I almost gagged on the overpowering scent of her mango perfume. "Back the fuck up, asshole. I don't want to be near your kind," I told her with venom lacing my every word. 'Just two more minutes,' I thought impatiently. 'Two more minutes before I get the chance to get out of this retched place.' "Look who's talking, you asshole! It's expected of you to show some respect to those who are better than you! Especially to my girlfriend," a male student addressed me, raising his voice as he grabbed my shirt by the collar, my feet barely touching the floor. "Then I don't feel sorry for you," I responded coldly. "You just picked the type of girl who is more likely to spread her legs, rather than show you the love and respect honest people deserve. But hey, sluts of a feather have to stick together, am I right?" I couldn't help but smile as I said those words. 'That was pretty good, if I say do say so myself,' I thought rather proudly.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, WENCH!" I felt my face get jerked to the side, before I started to feel the blood running down my cheek. Apparently the boy actually hit me, giving me a GREAT reason to start fighting back. I made my hands into fists, swung one arm back, and-

*RING*

"Looks like the little bitch couldn't fight back this time," the female student laughed as she made her remark. The male student who hit me scoffed, threw me against the wall, and went back to his desk to gather his things. He obviously wanted to hurt me more, but I wanted to do what he did to me, TENFOLD. But I gritted my teeth, wiped away the blood, gathered my things, and practically ran out of the building.

"DAMN HIM! I wish I could have done something to give him a warning before the stupid bell!" I was practically stomping my way back home, but slowly calming down. I sighed. 'At least it was only one punch to the face,' I thought, surprisingly being thankful for the one blow. 'I usually get worse things than this.' No longer stomping, I walked past the middle school and made my way to the elementary school. I thought while smiling,'He should be waiting for me, and I HOPE he had remembered to bring his umbrella.' I looked up at the cloudy sky as I walked to the school. I already had the entire way memorized, thanks to me walking to school my entire life. "Probably gonna rain," I mumbled as I held both my bag and umbrella. I eventually reached the elementary school, looking for the small shy boy I happily called my little brother. "Tommy," I called out to him, noticing the other children walking out of the building and courtyard. I saw my little brother, sitting on the bench as he held onto his little wolf doll. He loved it, and he loved it so much that he refused to part with it. I smiled at him, and he smiles back as he ran over to me, laughing as he hugged my legs. "Sissy!" I laughed as I bent down and picked him up, holding his body in my arms. "Did you enjoy school today, Tommy," I asked him, hoping my long, bright red hair covered I up my cheek. "It was okay. I wasn't able to play with Wolfy for a little bit," he said with a slightly saddened look on his face, squeezing the doll closer to his body. I giggled. "Well, Tommy, school isn't the best time to play, little man " I tried to explain to him, holding him in my arms as I started walking home making sure we had everything. "I know, but I wanted to play with Wolfy," he pouted, still holding his doll in his arms. I couldn't help but smile at him, my precious, six year old brother wanted nothing more than to play with his doll. It was too cute!

That's when I saw it started raining. "Tommy, can you open my umbrella and hold it for me, please," I asked him as I continued to walk. "I don't know if I can while I carry you." He smiles brightly and nodded his head,"Okay!" After a few minutes of struggling to open the umbrella, he opened it and held it over both of our heads. He liked helping his big sis out, which I found to be completely awesome. For only being in second grade, he was small, but smart. He knew how to talk to people already and was doing great in his class. I smiled at him as I continued to walk. Not noticing that he saw my bruise, he looked at me sad and angry. "Who hurt you, Sissy?" I looked at him blankly. 'Crap, he saw it,' I thought worriedly. "It was just some big meanie who thought I was being mean to his friend," I answered him honestly, and cleanly, as I could. I didn't want him cursing like me around Mom and Dad. I'd be dead meat. "That's not nice! You didn't need to get hurt," he said, sounding upset and mad at the same time. "I know, little man, but I tried to protect myself," I replied with a sigh, brushing some of his golden hair out of his eyes. 'Even though I probably didn't deserve it...'

Not even forty five minutes later, we arrived at the place we called home, hoping that Mom and Dad would come out to greet us soon. I placed Tommy down on his own two feet, and we both stepped inside, took off our shoes and coats, and hung the umbrella. It was unusually quiet in the house today, and pretty dark. I started to get a bad gut feeling as Tommy hid behind my legs. I gently ruffled his hair to let him know it was okay, but I knew something was up. Tommy grabbed onto my pants, continuing to hold his doll. "S-S-S-Sissy... I'm s-s-scared..."

I believed my little brother, gently picking him up and holding him in my arms once more. I gulped, realizing my throat had gotten dry, and that my hands were shaking. I slowly started walking in the house, looking for the flashlight. Once I found it I turned it on and started looking for our lively parents. I walked slowly and silently, hoping my somewhat calm demeanor would help make Tommy feel more comfortable.

Thud, thud, thud...

I could only hear my footsteps as I walked along the wooden floors. Shining the light ahead of me so I could see, I started to sweat a little. Fear was building inside my heart too fast. 'They should have said hi by now,' I thought, trying to not think of the negative thoughts nagging at the back of my head. Still carrying Tommy I examined each of the rooms in our house carefully, trying to see if anything had been moved or misplaced. And room by room, everything looked exactly the same. Nothing was moved, nothing was gone. But we still didn't hear the voices of our parents calling for us.

"Wh-wh-where are they," Tommy asked, tears brimming his green eyes. I held him closer to me, trying to comfort my baby brother and calm my own fear. I took a deep breath. In and out. 'Okay, think about everything you saw,' I started to think to myself, mentally making sure that I had checked all the rooms. But I realized that I had indeed missed one important room. THEIR room. We weren't technically allowed in their room, but as of right now, I could care less about the punishment for breaking their rule. I slowly headed to their room, my hands beginning to tremble. I started panting, getting even more scared by the second. And then I smelled something familiar, but it was most unpleasant.

'Oh no,' I thought worriedly, the smell becoming very obvious as I stepped closer to the room they shared. I had put Tommy down, and I did as slowly and calmly as I could. I looked at him, my eyes a little wide, my voice a little shaky, "Tommy, when we reach the door, close your eyes, okay...?" He nodded very lightly, holding my pants leg even tighter than before as he buried his face in his wolf doll. I looked forward again, making sure the flashlight was still on, and I began walking again.

Thud, thud, thud...

As I reached the door, Tommy closed his eyes tightly and let me guide his way. I stopped in front of the door. My hand shaking as I reached out for the door, eventually grabbing the handle to their room. I could hear my heart throbbing in my ears as I stood there, paralyzed in the fear of what could be behind this door.

I slowly turned the knob, and pushed the door open. I shined the light in the dark room and gasped. A sudden bolt of lightning and roar of thunder revealed to me the two people we were searching for. Our Mom and Dad, lying on the floor... with a pool of blood surrounding them...

And that's the day they came, and took us away... That's a day I will NEVER forget...