Skulls and Bones

Chapter one

I always knew I wasn't normal.

I just didn't realize how different I was.

I realized that something was wrong with me when I was six years old. Usually children that age would be hauled off to school but my mother kept me home. I've never stepped foot inside a school all my life. I spent my time playing with dolls and reading books.

My mom decided that I needed a companion because I was so lonely. She bought me a hamster and for days I would watch it run on a wheel and eat its food. I named it Kibbles. I thought my life was normal until one day I tried to pet Kibbles and it bit me.

I was filled with anger. I didn't understand why it would bite me. I started crying and screaming and I didn't notice the cage was shaking until Kibbles exploded and his blood splattered all over me. I would never forget that day.

Bad things happened around me. People died, broke limbs, got into fights, and other stuff. My mother forbade me from going outside and I thought that it was for the best. Why should I go outside if someone would die?

But just as anybody else, I wanted to go out. I didn't want to stay locked up like a prisoner and when I was ten, I climbed out the window and made a run for it. I felt so rebellious and I remembered the smile on my face.

That day I actually made a friend too. His name was Zain and he was my age. He had dirty blond, almost brown hair and was always slightly taller than me. His eyes were a clear shade of blue.

I was running. I didn't know where I was heading to but just the thought of being out of that house was exciting. I didn't know if the way down would also get me back up but I didn't care. I just wanted to run. I turned a corner where I bumped into a guy with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He fell backwards just as I did and when he looked up he was angry.

"I'm so sorry!" I said. It was the first time I was talking to someone other than my mom and even though I ran into him I started smiling. He obviously didn't like that.

"You sure don't look sorry," he spat as he got up and brush the dirt off of his blue jeans. "Why are you running anyways? If you're late somewhere running isn't going to help."

"I'm not late," I told him as I stood up also. "I just left my home and I wanted to get as far away as possible."

"You're running away?" he asked with a frown. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. I didn't realize that he meant I was running away for good and never return. Before I could correct him, he scolded me about not packing for the trip and not knowing where I was going. He didn't even try to stop me from "running away from home."

"I'm Amelia," I told him after we got everything sorted out. I told him that it was my birthday today and that it was the first time I was out of the house. He wanted to call the police but I convinced him not to.

"Zain," he replied and shook my hand.

Zain became my secret friend from that point onwards. I would sneak out to meet him and he would take me to places that I only imagined going. But my curse caught up with me and I ended up hurting him. He didn't die but he was hospitalized for two weeks. I cried in those two weeks.

I thought I lost my only friend because of the way I was. I became depressed and realized that I couldn't be happy as long as I was the way I was. I think the last time I smiled was before I had hurt him.

I just stopped caring for the next six years. I started house fires which my mom quickly put out. I made glass objects explode without control. I was a ticking time bomb that kept resetting itself after it did its damage.