Behind a Throne there's Blood

Chapter One: Grave Yard of Diamonds

Turning sixteen today means plenty parties, large amount lectures, lot's of judgement, and much learning to look forward to. My parents came into my room screaming "Happy Birthday", they didn't leave till I promised my mother to get home right after school to have as much time with me as possible before Lorena, my best friend, decides to kidnap me for the weekend. After a while my mother left to go make breakfast leaving my father to give me a present that my mother can't know I have. He always gets me something dangerous but really useful like a switchblade at twelve, driving lessons at thirteen for a month, hunting lessons at fourteen, and self-defense lessons at fifteen. This year it was a really beautiful but really unique gun that could not be found in store of any kind. It looked like he put his time and love into creating this gun, my initials were even carved in at the bottom. Instead of the gun having one exit whole it had two, side by side, and it needed two rings apparently but who's. The gun was bigger than a hand gun but small enough to be concealed on me at any moment. It was metallic blue but the carved in details were rose gold meaning one of a kind and from his heart. I hugged my father tightly telling him how much I loved him and how I would cherish this gift for the rest of my life. Then he mentioned giving five cases of bullets and instructions on how to make more to someone I would have to cross paths with. The person will recognize the gun and that's when I'll be some what safe again which I find odd coming from the man who practically taught me how to trust no one because they could be plotting to kill you.

My mother gave us enough time to prepare for the day before calling us down for breakfast. She made each of our favorite buttermilk pancakes on a skillet, mine being Dulce de Leche, with over easy eggs, sausage, and hash browns. To top it off she even had freshly squeezed orange juice, let's just say  she got a new machine on sale recently. After breakfast I headed off to school hoping no one but Lorena remembered my birthday. At school the vibe felt out of place, like something bad was coming. It was unusually silent through the halls and through out the day, we even had to share one lunch hour as a school. What was extremely odd was how every teacher had a substitute for the day when this school's last sub was over a decade ago. There is even a joke going around that the teachers are androids built to save money as to why we have the luxuries of a private school even though we are public. I mean our travel buses are comfy with top notch entertainment, we even had actual chefs for the regular part of the cafeteria while the rest were smaller versions of the top five fast food restaurants in our state.

After lunch I had three more classes that would be shared with Lorena and her boy toys who hang on to her every word. If these guys would get some common sense maybe she would take the time to find an actual relationship. On the way to my next period some random wanted to admire my eyes which wasn't weird, people have stopped my parents while I was a baby about them. Though others thought I was a monster, as I got older I noticed any time I heard the word monster we moved. Anyway, once in class our sub let us sleep, nap, whatever you want to call it but it felt good to have an adult who finally understood me. The next period teacher let us do the same. There were couches at the back of this classroom so Lorena and I slept on one while everyone else slept on the mats he had on the floors. The desk and chairs were stacked on one another against each wall making it look like the last day of school when it wasn't the end of October yet. The feeling of enjoyment and satisfaction filled the air, maybe our teachers should have another day off or two.

As usual I spoke to soon because in the final class of the day is when the subs revealed why they were really here. My sub was focused on the boys in the class giving me time to come up with an excuse to leave the class. Staying felt like watching someone be volunteered to die, the guys surprisingly stayed calm the entire time I was in the classroom. Once I got to my car I alerted the authorities about what was going on. I called the news right after so that this wouldn't go unnoticed. I, on the other hand, decided to go home to my mother who would love to hear about what happened before it airs on the news. The trip home was unusually quiet, no one was on the road, and the intersection lights turned green before I could come to a stop. That feeling of discomfort instead of luck filled my guts. When I got home the front door was open and both my parents car were in the drive way. I slowly walked in hoping not to see anything horrifying but I saw just that, chunks of them all over the living room while the heads were on display on the kitchen counter. It was like my home was a grave and my parents were precious fossils buried in it. Tears came rolling down and once again I called the authorities.