LUCI

1 - Normality

Normality

~ The condition of being normal; the state of being usual, typical, or expected ~

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Do you ever wonder what you would do if your entire life was flipped upside down? It's not something you think about. Ever. It's strange how everything in your life seems normal and in the blink of an eye it's not. I long for that normality.

Normality.

Even the word sounds unfamiliar. Normality is like a breath of fresh air but when that is taken from you, you can no longer breath. It's like your underwater, drowning, and your screaming and kicking but nobody can hear you. Eventually you stop kicking and screaming because you lose all hope.

Thats what happened to me. I lost hope. I stoped kicking and screaming for the normality I used to have. Everything I used to know is gone and I don't think it's ever coming back. You probably think I'm being all dramatic because I'm a 17 year old girl who has just been forced into a new town to and I quote 'start a new life'.

I'm not being dramatic! I left my friends behind, my home behind and I left that normality behind. Well not that my life was very normal before I moved to a new town.

I should probably start from the beginning as you are no doubt confused.

Exactly 2 years ago today, my older brother vanished. Like from thin air. Nobody saw him leave, nobody has any clue where he has gone and nobody will look for him anymore. The police closed the investigation because he was a 18 year old boy who probably ran away from home. If he was kidnapped he would most likely be dead now because it's been so long. It's just been me and my mother, oh and her stupid fiancée Paul, for the last 2 years. It's been rough but we get through it. If your wondering what happened to my father well keep wondering because I don't know either. My mother tells me that he left a few months after I was born. I don't blame him, our family is a bit of a mess but I guess he was part of making us that mess.

Paul convinced my mother to move because we needed to 'start a new life' and forget about the past. Yeah just forget about my probably dead brother you ass! As you can already tell, I HATE Paul. He acts like he is my fucking father and thinks he can boss my around. Well I'm a little stubborn and I don't let that happen. My mother knows I hate him but she thinks the new house will 'help us move past out differences'.

Anyways back to the present shall we. We have just arrived at the big ass house that will be our new home.

"Emma, why don't you grab your bags out of the car and take them inside?" I hear Paul's ear bleeding voice ask from behind me. Oh by the way, thats me Emma. Emma Greene.

"Why don't you shove a dick up your ass?" I smugly reply. I know my mother hates how I talk to him but I couldn't care less. If he thinks he can take me away from all of my friends on the anniversary of my brother vanishing, he has another thing coming. Paul doesn't reply because he knows I will continue what he likes to call my sass. He just sighs and grabs a few bags from the car.

I walk over to the front door of the gorgeous house that I would be calling home. I'm not going to lie, it was a good looking house. No I don't have some sort of house fetish, I just appreciate nice houses. It is 3 stories tall and has  beautiful walls made of stone. It has huge windows that let in a lot of light. It is basically a mansion! Although I hated Paul, I didn't hate the money that came with him. I'm not entirely sure what Paul does, I think he runs a company and thats why he has so much money but I don't ask. Simply because I don't care. I tolerate him because he treats my mother right and my mother seems to love him.