Avid Instincts

Avid Instincts - 1

Hey guys, this is actually the third time I've posted a story here on Wattpad, but unfortunantly I've lost one of them, and this one I have re-written :) My first was a story called Colors of Onyx. Some of you may have read it, but I had my hard drive wiped when my computer got sick, so I no longer have it.. :( Anyways! I hope you guys like this new version taken from my original story (Truth Seeker)!

- Parker :)

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Chap. 1

(1 Year Earlier)

I sat up in bed completely alert.

That was the sixth time I had had that dream this week. It was the same picture in my mind of a person inflicting this scar on my forehead.

I looked on my night stand to find a note written from my roommate. It read: Ryann didn't want to disturb you, but I had to leave early for soccer club, Your roomie forever! Emery.

I softly sighed, Emery would always be my best friend. She was always there for me and has never given up on me. I've always loved her gorgeous caramel skin tone, and almond shaped, dark brown eyes. Her brown hair fell just at her shoulders. She loved tp plait the brown locks, and do different designs that I could only dream of performing. Her fingers worked like music, so swiftly and with precision. Each movement on beat, as if they were twisting and weaving using an invisible metronome.

I took the note and stashed it away in my drawer with all of the others she had left me in the mornings.

I rose out of bed, and groggily walked to the bathroom in order to get ready for the day.

It was Friday, May 14, career day at Rosewood Boarding School. In my mind the school for preppy rich kids who got whatever they wanted. As you could probably guess I hate it there. The entire school was to, I don't know, perfect? It was a red and pink brick master piece. With exquisite gardens filled with fully bloomed roses. Every color possible for a rose was planted here ranging from white, yellow, pink, red, orange, and many others. I don't know how I was granted to go here. Certaintly not by my academics, I'm not a complete loss, but I'm no Einstein either. It's hard to believe the school's board just had a 'change of heart'. At least that's how my mom puts it. I like to word it a little differently though, I see it as my parents just needed somewhere to drop me off so they could go and start a new life with me out of the way. No feelings were hurt though, the only relatively good memory I have with them was my sixth birthday. Most people say I'm just remembering what I want to remember, but I know I'm not making it up. I can still smell the buttercream icing that was smothered all over my cake, the warm glow the candles gave off, and the dying light when I blew them out. Everyone was clapping and cheering with bright smiles and happy laughs. Then without warning it was as if my parents turned off. I never had another birthday party, they never involved themselves in the PTA or any other school event. It was like I wasn't there, as if I didn't exsist anymore. Truth is, I didn't want to, life was empty for me. I decided against making friends with a fear that they would leave me as suddenly as my parents had. My world revolved around feeding myself, bathing myself, and taking care of myself. I was what my life worked toward now.

I stepped into the bathroom and locked the door even though no one else was in the dorm. 

I raised my hand just under my sweeping bangs and felt the small crescent scar on my hairline. I sighed and walked over to the shower. In the tiny silver knobs I could see my reflection. The same 5'4, sixteen year-old, blonde-haired, dark blue-eyed girl I saw every day was looking back at me. I couldn't help thinking she wasn't anything special.