Forgotten Life

Chapter 1

"Grandma? Where's Mommy?" I asked watching her old tattooed hands go in and out of the hot water.

"She's in a better place." she replied simply as she washed the dishes from dinner.

"But, I thought I was supposed to go with her?" I said to help in my little innocent voice and I looked at her.

"Chase."  she said and looked me in the eye. "Don't you ever say that again. OK? Ever. Now go back to your room. Its time for bed." I walked away as my grandmother started crying. I didn't understand why she cried so much? Ever since Mommy left she's been acting weird. I walked away and whispered,

"Sorry, Grandma."

All these blasted memories. Why on earth are they resurfacing? I woke up and walked out my room, I still had boxes to unpack. I walked into the kitchen with my sweats dragging on the floor and my jacket just flowing off my body. I made myself some hot chocolate. Normal people would make coffee, I don't really like coffee. Unless its from Mc Donald's, then its good.  My collar bone length hair was all wavy and curly at the bottom. It has taken me years to get it the way I wanted it to be. And this cut was this. I look like a normal teenager.

"Finally." I whispered to myself before I took a sip of my hot drink.

"Finally what?" a voice said behind me, I choked on my drink. My eyes looked towards the door way and Claire was standing there, arms folded fat as shit stomach hanging out with Hello Kitty pajama's.

"Claire, what the hell." I said as I caught my breath.

"Shh.' she put a finger to her mouth, "Don't let Mommy hear those words." she smiled that devilish smile.

"Go to hell, Claire. And stop calling her Mommy, your old enough to be a grown up." What a baby.

"Why Chase, such harsh language. I know how you feel about hearing the word Mommy. So I decided to call her that because you're a bastard and I could care less."

"You son of a-" I was cut off by Dad. I call him Dad because he told me too. Some times his real name would slip from my mouth, David.

"Good morning girls." he said.

"Good morning, Daddy." Claire said with that baby voice. I rolled my eyes.

"No good morning from you, Chase." I didn't respond. I hardly talked to them, I was hardly in the same room with them. I never really cared. I walked out from the kitchen and passed my mother, Marion.

"Good morning, Chase." she said happily. I walked right passed her and closed my door. I heard her stand there for a few more moments then she walked away to join the others.

Marion told me that they were taking Claire skating in Lynchburg and asked if I wanted to go. I said sure. so I got dressed and left with them. Now its a difficult choice. Stay home or go for an hour's drive while listening to the devil sing. I wanted to do something so I left with them. Many times I did want to strangle her. I really did, I calmed myself down and listened to my own music on my Ipod.

Once we got there, there was a bunch of kids Claire's age. I knew what it was instantly.

"What the hell, David. Its a freaking little kid birthday party." I said to him. He claimed he didn't know anything about it. So I grabbed some skates and went on the rink with music. Freedom. I thought. Its an amazing feeling. Then it was ruined by someone who grabbed me from behind. I jumped and nearly fell. I would've if he hadn't caught me.

"Whoa there, I didn't mean to scare you that much." it was Wes.

"Damn it Wes." I replied.

"Geez, nice to see you too." he laughed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him as I regained my balance.

"Its Saturday!" he exclaimed. "School starts in two weeks and I always skate here."

"Oh." I said.

"Well aren't you a convocation killer." he said as I laughed. What am I doing? I'm actually laughing with some guy I don't even know?

As we went on talking I causally glanced at my guardians. David was taking pictures of Claire at the party while Marion watched us. I wasn't scared of her at all, nothing was going on between us anyways. We went around this one turn and I was knocked from behind and was falling towards the ground, but someone caught me. I looked up and it was Wes who caught me.

"Wes." I whispered. He looked down at me a smiled. I never knew how handsome he looked. I never really paid attention. His black hair was a little long but not too long, his blue eyes were like the sea. Bright, bright blue. Amazing. I thought to myself. His arms were strong, I felt his hand on my back steadying me. His face looked soft and ageless. As I stood up my hands grabbed his back and I felt something soft, not his T-shirt, not his skin, something soft but boney. What the hell? I thought of something, because I had it too, but. But it wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible. I'm the only one? How would there be more of me? My kind?

He has wings?