The Protected

Okay guys, I am super duperly excited for this story!  I'm already on Chapter 4 for writing it.  The inspiration for this literally came from nowhere.  I seriously hope you guys enjoy this cause I'm really enjoying writing this one.  Comment?  Cause I have a feeling I might've started moving a little too quickly.

Thank you guys for reading!

By the way, if anyone can make a cover, I'd love them forever!

Prologue

                Looking back, everything up until my seventeenth birthday was pretty much perfect.  My family had money to spare and I was never considered ugly.  Everything changed on my seventeenth birthday all because I saw him. 

(And since we all hate it when the story only has a prologue on one part, I'll add chapters 1)

Chapter 1

                “Happy birthday Violet!” mom says loudly in my ear as dad blows a noise maker somewhere else in the room. 

                “Urgh,” I say, covering my ears with my hands.  I sit up, squinting my eyes at my parents.  “Thanks, but couldn’t you have thought of a quieter way to say it?”  Mom beams at me as she shakes her head no.

                “Our baby only turns seventeen once,” she says, her eyes gleaming with pride.

                I glance over to dad where he just shrugs.  “She made me,” he accuses as he points his finger at mom.  I laugh as she swats him. 

                “Just hurry up and get dressed,” mom says before strutting out of the room, followed by a chuckling dad.  I shake my head as I plop back onto my pillow.  I smile at the ceiling as I think about the big party that will be held tomorrow night.  I sigh as I jump out of my warm bed and quickly run for the bathroom, my legs gathering goose bumps on the way.  I turn on the warm water after taking off my pajamas and quickly jump in, warming my skin up quickly.  It’s weird; I’ve been getting cold a lot lately.  I mean, sure, it’s October, but it’s not that cold anymore; maybe I’m getting sick.

                Ignoring the lingering shiver the rolled down my spine, I get out of the warm shower and pull on my fluffy robe on before hurrying for my room.  I turn the heater on as I make my way to my closet to try and chase away my chill.  I open the door and cross out yesterday’s date.  I smile at the number 30 decorated with a birthday hat.  I was technically born on the 31st, 12 in the morning actually, but I’ve always celebrated it the day before.  That way, I don’t have to worry about sharing my birthday with Halloween. 

                I shrug as I pull on some ripped skinny jeans, an oversized green shirt with a cute giant pocket and some comfy brown moccasins.  I move over to my vanity stand, picking up my brush.  I quickly brush through my already drying wavy black hair.  I look at myself, blowing my straight across bangs up with my mouth a little as I analyze myself.  I don’t look any older than I did yesterday.  My pale skin is still void of wrinkles and my bright blue eyes don’t look different either.  I look the same as last year, except there’s something missing.  I look down to the picture I always keep on my stand.

                Devon.

                His name slices through my heart and I gulp, trying to keep down my tears.  He wouldn’t want me to cry, especially not on my birthday.  I can almost hear him saying, “Get over it Vi, it happened a year ago.  Stop letting my death get in the way of your happiness.”  I smile a little.  He always wanted me to be happy, no matter what.  I shiver as a chill comes over me, shaking me out of my memories.  I sigh, grabbing a few rubber bands and slipping them over my wrist.