How Love Might Bleed

Prologue

There's something about the way people look at you when you do something 'ridiculous'. Like when you accidentally drop your fork in an extremely expensive restaraunt, everything just freezes and everyone stares at you as if you just told them that, while they are spending money on rings, that are mostly ugly by the way, people are dying of starvation.  However, that's all it takes to change someone's life.

I'm saying this because right now, I'm getting that stare. It isn't particularly pleasant but what can I say. I just broke a teacher's nose and then went on to kick another in the ankle when they tried to grab me. It's not the first time something like this has happened. In fact, if I'm going to be precise I'd say this is my.... 14th time... I think. Something like that. Now, I'd like to say that I only harm people who piss me off, but that would be lying and to me, that's even worse than murder.

My name is Layla Ardet Belladonna. Which I kind of like, it's unusual and the meaning of the names suit my personality and my looks. Layla generally means 'Night' or 'Dark Beauty'. This is also pretty precise, though I'm not as vain as I make myself out to be, I just got really great genes. I have heterochromia, which is sometimes cool I suppose. My left eye is a cobalt blue and my right eye is so black, it's chilling. I got bullied when I was really young because of it but not anymore because I'm pretty sure it scares people, I think it scared them then, but kids have strange ways of reacting to new or unreal things. Especially since when I'm angry, which is often, due to my struggles with anger...my left eye goes black to match my right one. My hair is a natural ombre, going to my waist, pitch black at the roots and more flame like at the tips.

My name wasn't given to me by the foster system, I know this because when my parents decided they didn't want me anymore, they just plonked me on the side of the road with no pity on whether or not I knew more than my age and name. Which is exactly all that I could, and still to this day, remember.

Anyway, as I've said, I'm a foster kid. Don't need the pity. It doesn't mean more than the fact my providers of life don't want me. That or they really died like I've been told over and over again. It's enraging.

There is also another secret no one knows about, even me, but I know I'm different to everyone else, it's just a matter of, what kind of different am I?

But that's how I ended up where I am now. About to tell my story. ALL of it.
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How was it? Any suggestions please comment, if you haven't got anything nice to say then don't say it, it's pointless and rude. Also I know it's a little short, I think the first couple of chapters are just sorta like fillers until the story really gets going!

I'm sorry to say this, but I don't actually know how long this book is going to be and I don't know about future books, or even what is gonna happen in this book later on, however, like I say I am up for suggestions, so please feel free to write it in the comments and I'll be sure to think about the future! ✌🏻❤️