The REAL Beginning to a Brighter Future

#1 The Beginning

I got home feeling a bit dizzy because I didn't get the time to eat breakfast...or lunch...again. I never really do to be completely honest. Well maybe I can make something for myself I have been working hard all day. I take my shoes off and rest them by the hat stand where I always keep them.  Agh! Who am I kidding?! I don't deserve to eat. My own PARENTS are scared of me. Not in that way when it's funny or just a joke. they are actually scared of me... I just push the thoughts out of my mind and head up to my room to do my homework. I mean my parents weren't here anyways.

My mom is a lawyer and is on a very intense case right now so I kind of avoid telling her my thoughts, I wouldn't want her getting worried.

My dad however is a cop, ya I know a very "law bound" family this is. He is head of Section B at the NYPD. He wasn't around much, since he had so much work to do. He would usually leave the house at like 3:00 in the morning and come home at like 10:30 at night. Which is when I'm sleeping...well at least my parents think so.

I would always have this nightmare about this pitch black smoke like substance that had these red sparks within it and around it. The sparks weren't a fire colour red. They were a dark reddish colour, similar to...blood...

The...Thing let's call it, would be coming out of my hands and would kill this child. The weird part is that the child does nothing to me or it, but it would just kill him. My parents would try take me to the hospital, but I would just end up killing all the people working there. And then I'd wake up.

Now I know I shouldn't be thinking about this at age 13 but it's never left me, since m-
"Hazel! Come down here please!"
Great my moms home I didn't even do any of my homework. I glance at my phone. It's only 5:30 she shouldn't be home yet... I get this heart dropping feeling inside me -shit- she figured it out. HOW?! I just try to calm myself down and decide to head downstairs.

When I get to the top of the stairs I see another person at the kitchen table. Who's he?

I causally walk down the stairs and stand at the table. My mom didn't have that "I'm gonna kill you look", she looked worried, distressed. I suddenly felt a different kind of scared. Her look showed something as if someone had left us. She met my eyes and said
"Hey sweetie, how was school?"
I keep her gaze, looking at her confused that she's not telling me what's going on.
"It was...the same as everyday."
Some time passes in silence and I speak, again without thinking.
"What's wrong mom?"

She smiles sadly and looks down fiddling with her hands.                                                               "Nothing to serious honey, your father just got into a little accident on the way to a crime scene. There's nothing to worry about."
I glance back at the person that I saw from the top of the stairs. He was a tall man with a huge build, quite pale, with black hair and very unsettling maroon coloured eyes.
"Who's he?"
My mom paused before speaking
"He's...just here to make sure... we are safe until dad gets home."
I look at him again. He's staring at me. I feel like he can see right through me. I hold back myself from actually turning to check that he can't.
I turn back to my mom and say.
"Why do I have the feeling I don't believe you." Looking back to the man.
"Honey, I'm not lying to you-
I hear a gun shot right outside our front door. I jolt to look at the door terrified. Slowly, I turn back to my mom,  look her straight in the eye and feel tears swelling up in my eyes when I say this
"WHERE'S DAD?!"
She starts crying and tells me a phrase that will change my life forever. Ruin my life forever. "You hurt your father. He didn't make it sweetie..." Her eyes are shining like a thousand stars as the words start to settle in.
I feel as if every muscle in my body has snapped. My whole frame felt heavy with anger and guilt.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!"
I slammed my fist onto the table...

My hand  aches as I open my eyes the see the damage I did. It broke... Not just a crack... it snapped in half. Looking back to my hand I almost want to faint.
Then I see it. The smoke... from my nightmare. The ever so small streaks ok mist leaking out of my hands like a snake looking for it's next meal. No, no no no. Tears seep out of my eyes.
My mom stares at my hands with pure fear that makes my heart break even more. Mom... I scream so loud that I think my heart skipped a beat.
The guy that was there to protect us suddenly grabbed hold of my mouth. My heart leaps as i struggle to release his grip. He drags  me outside and away to his car. I kick, scream and yell, but there's no use. The worst part is... that I never even got to say good bye...

Heyyyy this is my first story so I really hope you liked the first chapter there will be a lot more to add on so I really hope you enjoy!!! Thx bye <3