Misfits

Chapter 1- Stranger in black

   I was walking through the hallways. This has been proven to be a difficult task for me since everyone seem to just stare and whisper and just throw things at me. Although I keep my hood on, they know its me because I'm that poor high school girl who has owned only one hoodie in their life. In this shity, abusive and messed up hell hole which I somehow still have the strength to call a 'life'.

My mother left me for dead at the age of 6 with my father who is abusive, alcoholic and has been charged with multiple cases of illegal drug possession. He should still be in jail for far more reasons besides illegal drug possession if it weren't for his father who happens to be a well known lawyer in our city. Just because my grandfather is literally rolling in wads of cash doesn't mean me and my father should too. Besides the only reason my grandfather got my father out of prison was for his image. He would be ruined if his clients or competitors found out that his son was in jail. Besides that, he's a pretty greedy son of a bitch. Forgive my foul language but I find that's the best way to describe him besides the fact that his head is whiting from every direction and his teeth turning an ugly shade of yellow because of all the nicotine he's been pumping up into his lungs.

"Just fucking die already." Patricia the captain of the cheer squad said. Everyone absolutely hates me because ever since I moved here to North Hills high school, I have never ever dared make contact or talk to anyone. I felt removed. Because in my past school when I has twelve I remember vividly sitting on a chair in history class and hearing voices in my head. At first they were slurred and muffled. I was curious as to what the voices in my head were trying to say. So I concentrated and tried to tune out what the teacher was saying and just focus on the voices. It eventually became clear. I kept hearing "Hilary is going to die." Repeatedly in my head being said by many different people in an echo. I tried to focus on what the teacher was saying and I tried to fight what I was hearing. The more I fought it the louder it got.

I started sweating and panting because not only did I hear the voices, I could also see and hear how she was going to die. I saw blood, a lot of blood on the road, on the bumper of the container van and on Hilary's clothes. I heard high pitched screams, screeching tires and ambulance sirens. And then I screamed. "Hilary's going to die!" I remember feeling the strain in my voice as I shouted on the top of my lungs. The teacher was silenced and she just ogled at me in disbelief. The whole classed stared at me for a long moment and started laughing hysterically. "stupid girl! Do you hate me that much?" Hilary said in laughter. I remember glaring at her with all the power I could possibly muster just to prove to her that I was indeed not joking. "I guess you do." she added. but then the next day, she was found lifeless on the highway.

No one dared look at me nor talk to me after that incident. Even the teachers started avoiding me. Everyone shuddered under my gaze. They were terrified of me, I was terrified of myself.

To this day, I am still haunted by the lurid images of her death in my head.

I finally felt free from all the criticism and hate of school when I arrived at the school parking lot. It was really cold out and it was dimly lit. I pulled on the sleeve of my sweater to reach my fingers since the wind was blowing furiously and so did the leaves that came with it. I walked towards my bike when suddenly this tall and slender man wearing a long black trench coat and a hat appeared in front of me. It was as if he materialized from the air. I couldn't quite see his face since his hat obscured the light. Another thing I noticed is that the air around him seemed to go in a spiral direction because of all the leaves spiraling around his feet. My eyebrows knitted at this and he seemed to notice because for a second I saw him shudder and he seem to have made the wind around him stop because all the leaves around him fell to the ground with a soft thud.

I ignored him and walked around him towards my bike. I reached for my bike and just as I was placing my legs over it, I suddenly fell to the ground and I landed on my side. "Ow" I whispered to myself. "Melissa" someone called. I looked up to see the same guy again but this time he had my bike by his side. I swore my bike was just here a minute ago. More interestingly he knew my name. People knew me but never ever knew my name. Even teachers refer to me as "that girl".

"What do you want?" I finally said as I stood up and brushed away the dust off my pants. It then hit me, that that was the first ever word I spoke ever in my entire high school life. I saw a smirk form on his lips since he was now facing the light. He then wiped it off his face and took his hat off. I got to see his whole face. He had dark brows, perfectly clear skin, high cheek bones and rosy cheeks and lips. He was probably around my age, 17. "We need you." he said, his tone was pleading and sweet. "What?" I said more confused than I have ever been. He sighed.

"Let me rephrase. We need you, a Harbinger of Death." He said.