The Exceptions

Day 2

                                                                                          Charlie

Charlie rolled over in his bed, his first sight Alessia's sleeping figure. His heart banged against his chest painfully knowing he scared her the night before. He didn't mean to. He simply couldn't control his anger.

He got up, but not before placing a long, gentle kiss on Alessia's forehead. Everything about her was perfect to him, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. He saw the way she looked at him. Like he was the perfect one. Like he could somehow put all her broken pieces together. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't be that person. He was far too broken himself.

"Hey, Charlie," Becca, the brown-eyed girl purred as he exited the bathroom.

"Becca," he smirked.

"So, I was thinking you could come to my room tonight?"

He sighed. "No. I don't think so,"

She blinked up at him. "You? Charlie Palmer. Saying- no? What the hell happened to you?"

"Nothing happened to me. I'm just done sleeping around,"

"This is about her, isn't it?"
He rolled his eyes. "Who?"

"Alessia. You're trying to fix yourself up so you have a chance with her,"

"I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Don't lie, you little bitch," she laughed.

"No. I-I don't like her. I don't want a chance with her. We're friends and that's all we'll ever be,"

"Come on. You know that isn't true,"
"It is. Leave it alone, Becca,"

She put her hands up in surrender. "Fine. Whatever you say, big boy," she winked before walking around.

                                                                                           Daisy

Daisy needed to be alone so she sat in the empty cafeteria. It was what she did best. Being alone. Ironic. She would never be alone again.

"Daisy?" A deep, male voice asked in her head.

"What the hell?" She asked herself, accepting that she had finally gone crazy.

The voice proceeded. "This is most likely strange,"

She huffed. "No, this is just me going crazy,"

"No, you're not going crazy. I'm Ezekiel. I'm from the realm you're going to,"

She rolled her eyes at herself, shoving a cracker into her mouth. "Mmhm, sure you are, buddy,"

"Sweetheart, lose the attitude,"

"You know what, Ezekiel," Daisy scoffed. "How are you talking to me then?"

"It's one of my abilities,"

"So, you're an Exception?"

"A what?" he asked, sounding confused. "Everyone here has abilities."

"This is definitely my mind playing tricks on me. Let me guess, you're tall, have blue eyes, dark curly hair, amazing abs,"

"I-I mean- brown hair... but yeah, how did you know that?"

"Yes, that confirmed I lost my mind,"

"Could you see me?"

She shook her head. "No,"

His voice grew angrier. "Then how could you possibly know the color of my eyes?"

She frowned with an audible sigh. "Because you've been in my dreams. Where I find the perfect guy who makes me happy and makes me feel wanted. You're fake,"

"Daisy,"  he chuckled. "I put those dreams in your mind."

Her eyebrows pressed together in confusion. "That can't be true. That would mean you've been in my head for years,"

"Time is different here, sweetheart,"

"So you're, what? My guardian angel," she laughed sarcastically.

"No. I'm not supposed to be talking to you. But I've been observing you for a while. You could use some happiness and maybe I could help you,"

She scoffed. "You can't. No one can. I'm too dark,"

"Trust me," he chuckled, but his voice seemed angrier. "I'm the darkest they come," Daisy swallowed the lump in her throat. "But don't be afraid of me. I would never hurt you." he soothed her.

She shook her head. "You're not real. Why would I be afraid of you?"

"I am... and I won't leave your head until you come here and see that I am as real as you are,"

Later in the day, Daisy met up with Charlie for lunch. "What's up?" she asked him, smiling.

"Nothing. Just wanted to say hi," he smiled.

"I'm meeting up with Joey and Nick for dinner, want to join us?"

"Sure,"

"Cool," Daisy smiled, looking down at her wrist.

"You mind me asking how he died?"

"Hm?"

"Rosen," he pointed to his name that was tattooed on her wrist.

"Oh," She sighed. "Well, we were fourteen and Rosen was so angry for some reason I don't even remember."

"What's wrong, Rosen?" she asked her brother as he bursted through her door.

"When will this end? I want us to be free from that asshole!" He yelled. Daisy didn't know what to say. She was speechless because she really didn't know.

"I-I don't know. Look, we will get our happy ending... I love you, cookie," she smiled, using the nickname she gave him when they were young.

"I love you too, milky," he smiled back. Suddenly, their foster father kicked the door down, yelling. Rosen stepped in front of Daisy to protect her. The man was obviously drunk as he held a beer in one hand, and a gun in the other.

"Leave us alone," Rosen tried.

"I should just get rid of the both of you," he smirked, aiming the gun at Rosen. Daisy yelled before throwing herself in front of her brother as their foster father pulled the trigger. She stumbled back, falling to the ground, looking at her stomach. There was so much blood. Rosen screamed before tackling the man to the ground. He pulled the trigger, shooting Ethan in the neck, making Daisy scream even louder.

Suddenly, the gun flew from her foster father's hand and right next to her. "The hell?" He screamed, pushing Rosen's lifeless body off of him. She grabbed the gun, and pointed it to him. He smirked evilly at her before beginning to reach for his gun. It was too late she had already pulled the trigger. His body fell, his face landing right next to hers. She watched as blood poured from the little circle in the middle of his forehead.

Tears fell from her eyes. Her brother might be dead, and there was nothing she could do. She couldn't even get up. Darkness overcame her and she hoped and prayed she would die. However, as she was falling in and out of consciousness, she felt hands on her waist, picking her up. Blue eyes were the last thing she saw before the darkness completely took over.

"Pretty traumatic for a little girl, right?"

Charlie nodded. "Yeah. I get it,"

"What happened to your sister?"

He sighed. "I think that's enough sob stories for one day. I'll tell you tomorrow. Promise,"

"Fine by me," she smiled.