Just let me in

Chapter 1

I woke up, sweating. There were tears running down my cheeks. How long had it been since the accident? I sighed to myself. 10 months. Who thought that 10 months could change so drastically? I clambered out of bed and walked to the bathroom, where I stood and stared at the person in the mirror. This had become a routinely thing. Everyday I would look at myself and wonder, why am I here? Why do I bother? And what the hell happened to the old Cassidy? My answer as always; life happened.

My name is Cassidy Grant. I was 15 years old. My real parents had died when I was young. They were runaways, but whoever it was they were running from had found them. I still remembered the day they died. How my brother had practically dragged me away from the empty building, to try and save us. We had been found living in an abandoned shed in the English countryside when I was 4. Louis and I were taken to care. One day Louis up and left me with the horrid people who had adopted us. They would verbally and physically abuse me. Tell me I was nothing but a little brat whose dumb brother didn't even want her around. I was taken away from them when I was 6. That was when the James's found me. They took me in as if I was their own daughter. They already had a little boy called Kris who was two years younger then me and were about to have another little girl, but still they welcomed me with open arms. Because of me they were dead. A part of me knew that those people who killed my parents killed them too. After the accident I had spent a month in hospital. I had no one else as my brother had disappeared without a trace, but the police agreed for me to live by myself as I would be 16 that year. After the accident I was unable to speak to anyone, so all the friends I had had, left. I was bullied both emotionally and sometimes physically. They called me 'mute'. I had no one to talk to and hated myself. I self harmed and rarely ate. Everything in my life had stopped. Except for my piano lessons. For some reason playing the piano made me happy. I could express myself without any words needed, and soon began to talk again, but still not in front of people I didn't know. There was one problem with the lessons though. Kellin. I was never normal. I could read people. Somehow I knew everything about them. Sometimes I saw their pasts. My brother always claimed that he could see the future but I could also just be mental. I didn't know why but I always thought that maybe there were other people out there who were like me. People who could do something different. Like me. I knew people's past and their present.

A.N

This chapter is dedicated to @microwaveluke

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