Seeing Red

Chapter One

Quinn's POV

I keep my head down as I hurried to the buses. I didn't want to deal with the kids today. I kept a quick pase, keeping my eyes on my old converse and biting me lip. I was counting my steps as I walked threw the halls and I bumped into someone. "Watch where you're going freak." The boy spat at me and knocked my books out of my hands. I winched at his tone and bent down and quickly picked up my books and walked even faster to the buses

This was my life. I got picked on everyday of my life, because I was different. I didn't have popular clothes, I didn't have nice shoes, I didn't have the latest haircut. I didn't even own an iPhone. I was a loser. A freak. I had no friends.. Expect my cat. I love my cat.

I scurried onto the bus and sat down in the front so I could get off easier and I figured that maybe I could even chat with the bus driver while we made our way home.

"Good evening." I smiled softly at her as I got myself situated in the seat.

"Shut the fuck up." She mumbled, lighting a cigarette and rolling her eyes.

I bit my lip and looked down at my lap. Maybe I won't be talking to the his driver today.

Once I got home, I walked into my house and went straight to my room. My mother was passed out on the couch and my dad was probably out getting drunk and fucking everything that moved.

My mom was a drug abuser and the only way we still had this shitty house was because she sold pot. My dad was an Ice cream man and at night he was well known at clubs and bars for screwing around. I was the one who took care of the house. I would make my mom dinner and basically take care of her. Shouldn't it be her taking care of me? Not that it really matters.

I flop down on my bed and let out a big sigh. Being a teenager is some hard shit. My parents don't even know I exists... An all the kids at school think I'm a freak. I got buttercup though. I love this cat. I've had him since I was 6 and now at the age of 16 he is still my only friend.

I get on tumblr for a few hours and then realise I have a crap ton of homework to get started on. I huff, another five minutes on tumblr won't hurt. Well I was wrong. The five minutes turned into 4 hours and after reblogging and liking so many pictures, I noticed it was 6:00 and that I should probably go and make my mom and I dinner. Oh darn. The homework has to wait I guess.

I walk downstairs and my mom is basically fucking some client of hers on our couch. I shutter and hurried into the kitchen. I make myself a pb&j and I wash it down with a glass of milk. It was a nice night out so I decided to take a walk.

I slip on my old converse and I put on a jacket and walked to the door. "I'm leaving..." I said, "not that anyone will notice." I mumble on and I left the house, shutting the door behind me.

I walked with my hands in my pocket and I take the trail back into the woods behind my house. I admired the sparkling stars threw the tress and I let out a content sigh.

I walked rather into the woods and decided to go off the path and I walked threw the trees and towards to dark. Nothing scares me. I don't get scared to say the least.

It was getting late so I decided to turn around but, I was lost. And had no idea where I was. "Shit.." I mumbled.

I decided to go back the way I came and then I heard the low rumbles of a wolf and I didn't dare to turn around. The growls grew and I slowly turned around and my eyes met these horrible yellow eyes. There had to be about ten wolves, and they all looked hungry.

I did what most humans would do and I ran. I didn't know where I was going and I could hear the wolves catching up to me. I ran threw a bush and there in front of me was a giant castle. It looked as if it had to be hundreds of years old. I ran threw the big gates and quickly closed them so the wolves couldn't get in and I was breathing heavily as I backed up, watching that dogs try to get through. My back hit the wooden door and I quickly walked into the castle to escape the dogs.

As soon as I saw the inside I was in shock. This place was beautiful! It was styled like it was in the Shakespearian time. Beautiful red carpet, lovely curtains and a marvellous chandelier.

"Hello?" I called out as I walked threw the big hallway and more towards the center of the house. "Sorry to barge in like this.. But I was being chased." I added and, biting my lip.

After getting no reply, I opened a door and inside was a big mahogany desk. There were books everywhere too. I walked toward the desk and on the desk there was a journal. I sat down in the chair and opened the book to a random page.

February 1st, 1567

Today marks the day that I turn 115. In the last 100 years I haven't even seen a human pass threw these woods. I'm alone. Sad. Angry.. Hungry. I've forgotten how to love. How to be a human. I miss my family. I miss Felicity. My wonderful wife... If I could go back and fix it I would. She could still be here...

I felt sorry for the man. He's probably far gone by now. I mean wow. He was 115 years old! And the journal stopped in the middle of a sentence.. So maybe he died writing it. I closed the book and stood up and walked around the house some more.

As I walked around I could hear footsteps. I froze. Fuck.. "Hello?" I called out and they only got louder, "I'm sorry to intrude but I was lost." I called out.

The lights all turned off and I heard a chuckle come from behind me. I turned around when something grabbed my hip and pushed me up against the a wall. "Didn't you mummy and daddy teach you to stay out of the woods at night?" The man said in a slick, evil voice.

An then it all went black.