Beautiful Spirit (demon x angel) [ON HOLD]

~ Chapter One ~

Chapter 1~

My past is a mystery to me other than the fact that I was found on the road unconscious and that's how I became an orphan. "Phoenix! Come down here right now!" And now I'm not. I live in a house full of bitches and sluts. I don't know exactly why they took me in and why they wanted a foster child. I just know they wouldn't give a shit if I died. I walked down the ladder down to the second floor. I live in the attic so, I don't exactly always get the best sleep. I went down the stairs and saw the monstrosity for a sister, Valerie.

"Yes my oh so kind sister?" I said, with a blank tone.

"Ugh, you're such a bitch. You have to go out and buy groceries. The money is on the counter." Valerie said, before she walked upstairs to her bedroom, which I know her pervert boyfriend is in. I walked into the kitchen and picked up the fifty dollar bill knowing if I didn't grab it now, someone else would. I walked back up the stairs to here groaning.

"Gross." I whispered and climbed up my ladder to the attic. I like my attic. It's lit by white Christmas lights, a homemade wardrobe created by yours truly is nailed to one of the walls, and I have a mattress with two pillows and a white knit blanket on the floor. It's not anything special but, it's something I can call mine. I put the money down on my bed after closing my door. I walked over to my homemade wardrobe and looked in the mirror. I look very unusual. Gold eyes, whitish silver hair, bright skin, you get the point. I put my hair in a bun and put on skinny jeans and a white tee. I put on my black converse high tops I had secretly bought last week and looked at my reflection. I approved it after pulling some hair out of my bun and grabbed the money they gave me for groceries. I put it in my jean pocket and went down the ladder and stairs. I heard the sadistic kids playing in the backyard and rushed towards the door considering last time I went near them, they tried stabbing my leg with a butter knife, and was almost successful. I went out of the door after grabbing my leather jacket hidden in the back of the winter jacket closet. I walked down off the porch and crossed the street and started walking past all of the nicer looking houses on this street. You could say I admire every little detail, even if they're not that obvious. If you met me, you would say I'm weird, weird looking, and some even call me a witch. I don't exactly have any friends unless you count all the stray animals I give spare food to. Thing is, I'm not depressed at all. I don't see why people kill themselves. Well, I do I just don't see why they don't realize they were brought into this world for a purpose. A black kitten approached me and started rubbing against my leg. "Well, hello. Are you a stray or do you have an owner?" I said picking the cat up and petting it. It didn't have a collar but it was well fed and clean.

"I'm so sorry, my cat magically took it collar off and started running." I heard a girl's voice say. I turned around to see a girl who looked to be around sixteen, my age. "Hey, are you the girl everyone calls a witch? I don't see why they would call you that other than your unusual hair and eye colour." She covered her mouth with her hand and I continued petting her cat. "I'm so sorry, I'm a blabber mouth. People don't like me either because of that." I gave her cat to her and smiled.

"It's all good. You're the first person that's been nice to me in years so, it's nice to talk to someone who isn't yelling at me for doing something wrong." I said, giving her a reassuring smile. "I'm Phoenix Veil. My Foster family's name is Walter but, I don't want to act like I'm related to them because the whole family is sadistic, disgusting, and mean."

"Oh, god. Hi, I'm Scarlet Ferguson. I like your name. Oh god, I'm blabbering again." Scarlet said, and I laughed.

"Thanks, I like yours. Well, I've gotta go and pick up the damn groceries for the bitches or I'm not going to have roof to live under." I said, before turning around to leave.

"Hey, can I go with you? I'm trying to avoid going back home. My parents are having a fight again and it ain't pretty." Scarlet asked. I smiled over my shoulder and nodded. I started walking and scarlet soon caught up. "So, why do people call you a witch? I mean, you seem like a pretty normal person, just a whole lot nicer."