It Gets Harder

Prologue

Katherine's POV

"Leave me alone!!" I run into my room I slam the door shut... Or I would if my school bag wasn't leaning in the doorframe pretending to be all innocent. A tear of frustration escapes my eye. I breathe heavily trying to calm down, squeezing my fists until I feel the familiar pain of moon shaped indents in my palms - partially relieving me of my anger.

"Now you try me why don't you?" Ugh. When I'm mad nothing goes right, and now I feel the urge to smash something.

Defeated, I jump on my bed and exhale hard into my palms and I rub the wetness from my face. If I let my parents see my weakness they would be disappointed - they always taught me to be strong no matter what happens. Also the fact that no one should see my weaknesses, that's why I ran into my room. Shame they are the cause of my distress.

I jump from my bed and sit on the floor leaning against my (now shut) door - the usual position when I'm just not in the mood for talking to anyone in the house. I decide go into my bathroom and open the tap keeping the water in the palms of my hands and lowering my face into it holding my breath, letting the water run through the front of my pinned back hair. I take the towel from the rack and press it against my face.

I look up and freeze.

I drop the towel and go back two steps to find myself sit on the edge of the bathtub as the back of my legs hit it. In my head I'm screaming, but I don't want to draw my parents' attention so it all stays inside and my pulse races. Having the tears fall more rapidly I struggle against them and choke on them as I sob.
If only Nick was here he would know what to do to calm me down.
It was so unexpected to see different eyes in place of mine. They didn't look normal either - so unnatural, yet strangely compelling and beautiful. This is where I start to hyperventilate. I close my eyes and take a deep breath or two to calm myself. I open them again and find my normal eyes staring back at me.

The rim of my iris has turned neon blue and then my eyes turned back to their original faded blue.

I decide to call Nick, who is my best friend since I can remember, and wait for him to pick up.

"Come on, come on Nicky I know you're there, you wouldn't let your sis down" I mutter feeling another wave of anger filling up my body as I replay the events of the evening. I can't believe my parents kept such a thing from me. I didn't notice anything strange in their behaviour until now. Everything was starting to piece together yet I couldn't accept it.

"Wassu-"

"Finally you moron! I thought you'd never pick up! Please say you can adopt me for two days!? There's just no way I can deal with everything that's going on here." I sounded desperate but Nick was used to this by now, after all he was there every time i got in any kind of trouble, yet this time was slightly different.

"Kath! What did you do this time? You're just arguing because you know they're right and you can't accept it. You're just like your parents and especially your dad. If he finds out that you came to me again he will rip my arms off as he steals you and I cuddle with you and then change my locks so you can't get in with the spare key anyway!! Okay maybe not but-"

"Okay okay, you're rambling again. I'm just asking how long it will take you to clean your room of the dirty piles of laundry and the nasty stench. We both know what it's like... I can't stand that. I'll tell you everything when I get to yours anyway."

"What are you even talking about, Kitty? My room is spotless" His tone of voice gave away his dirty lie. And he used our little secret nickname which means he really wants to distract my attention from the reality - but that also worked to distract me from my anger and that's why he's the best friend I would do anything for - but he doesn't need to know. Hiding emotions is the easiest way of being in control of them.