Shawn and I came downstairs. I wanted to tell mother and father they shouldn't be mad at Shawn, he didn't do anything wrong. But when I looked in front of me, nobody was there...
"Mother? Father? Where are you?"
I was covered in fear. I was worried of my family, speaking of I've never been alone before. But mostly my family.
"Shawn?"
"Right behind ya," Shawn said as I jumped.
I slowly walked to the doorway, the door was locked, unlike the window.
"Wait, Angel! Where the heck are you going? You're not aloud to go outside!" Shawn warned me.
He could try to stop me as many times as he wanted, but I'm not gonna give up on finding my parents.
"You know, they may be in their rooms," Shawn said as an excuse, but he was just as scared as I was.
"No, they're only home when the horses are outside!" I yelled because there was a blizzard.
I felt like I was running fast like a cheetah, I was invincible. Well, if Shawn wasn't there.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? I think I have frostbite!"
"You can go home if you want, I'll go on my own!"
But he didn't leave. I thought about all the times my own brother betrayed me.
Does Shawn really want to help me? Does he really feel sorry? Why did he even call me a freak in the first place?
You think you know someone for awhile . . . Do I really feel bad for him?
"Angel? Angel! Are you listening to me?"
"Oh, sorry Shawn. What did you say?"
"Look!" Shawn exclaimed with both excitement and terror.
What I saw was an old little shack. In that shack was mother and father tied up.
"Mother! Father! I've been looking all over for you, what happened?" I didn't know what else to say, I could barely move.
"We'll explain later, but for now, how 'bout you untie us?" Said mother.
After we untied my parents, we all head home.
"So, why do you call mom and dad mother and father? It so formal." Shawn asked.
"I don't know, I just feel like it. Why you ask?"
"Just wondering."
When we all got home, mother and father automatically locked all the doors and windows, put up all the curtains, and told us all to head up to my room, the only room with no windows.
Shawn and I tried asking what's going on, but mother and father kept on shushing us.
What's going on? Am I dreaming? If so, why? Mother and father are acting like we're being tracked down . . . Wait! I thought to myself for a very long time, I know what's happening, and I know how to fix it.
I had a stack of paper and a pencil on my desk. I took both items and started to write.
Who is it? The paper said.
What do you mean? Mother and father replied.
I explained how I knew we were being hunted down.
"Psst! Is the cost clear?" Father whispered.
Mother checked her phone. She nodded her head and we went downstairs.
"We don't know who it is," Mother said. "They were wearing a mask."
"So, how tall were they? What was their hair like? We must have something to know who they were!" I panicked.
There was a moment of silence. And out of nowhere, the door got knocked down. There was fog, blocking the man outside. Everybody was telling me to hide upstairs, save myself, but I didn't move.
"How cute, you're trying to protect your 'Little Angel'? I hope this teaches you not to spoil yourself!" The man took off his mask . . .
What?! I helped him up! I was the only one who cared for him! Why did he turn on me?
I remember the guy perfectly . . .
' . . . one time when we had a guest over for a feast, the guest fell out of his chair. "Hey! That was loud, you could of hurt A Little Angel's poor little ears!" Mother scowled.
"Ow, I think broke my arm!" The guest cried in pain.
"Well too bad! You can take care of yourself! It's not like you're special or anything!" Father irritatingly laughed.
I felt bad for the guest though, "Mother, father, may I please help the lovely man up?"
"Aw, sure, anything for you dear. Just be careful," mother started to say, "this guy's a real brat!" She whispered.
I helped our guest up, and said, "Sorry about that!"
"Well that's perfectly okay with me! You're like A Little Angel!" The guest kindly said.'
What? I thought to myself, was I really that spoiled? I was just trying to help! It feels like so long ago . . . Did my family just love me? Or is there something I'm not aware of?
"Angel, we're so sorry. But we can explain!" Mother begged for me to stay.
"Forget about it! I've already been hurt enough!" I cried and stormed up to my room.
I stayed up there for a day, until somebody finally came . . .
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The Human Magnet
Random"I have grown up spoiled, not that I like it, but I don't want to be the one who makes people hate themselves"
