the last of her kind

Chapter 3

The silence was deafening. There were looks of confusion, surprise and understanding. How can they understand? How can they understand the fact that I don't remember how six years of my life flew by!?

"How can you understand!? Stop looking at me like that!" I exploded. "I DON'T NEED YOUR GODDAMNED SYMPATHY!" It scared me. I want it to stop but I can't stop the anger from taking over. I want it to stop. Tears rolled down my face. I don't know why. I'm not sad, all I feel is an unexplainable anger.

The silence continued, not once wavering. It was letting my thoughts go rampage, and I didn't like my thoughts. I'll just have to focus my thoughts on something else. I didn't realise before but the architecture here was quite magnificent. The inside design gives off a homely sense. There was a wall filled with different styles of art. Some were professional, some free-hand and some that looked like they were done by little children.

It was only the dining room but the way it was set out, I could have lived in it forever. There was a smaller table, set out from the rest of us for the youngsters. On that side it was a mess. My thoughts were cut short when the silence became unbearable.

The silence hasn't ended. Then he had to break it.

"Hola. my name is Alex. How about you?" It was the Spanish boy before, who questioned who I was. He had the most soothing voice and his baby-like features was appealing to the eyes. He has golden hair, which reflected in the sun to look like sand and shillings. He had blue-bell eyes and the enticed me. I was enchanted.

I must have taken too long to answer and looked stupid. He repeated what he said even going as far as repeating it in Spanish.

"Do you expect me to repeat my name again after I already told everyone before?" The moment those words left my mouth, I recoiled. Habits die hard. But I also felt a rush of content and excitement run through me. The feeling of rebellion excited me.

He looked confused. "Why are you cowering away from me? I won't hurt you. I promise," He promised that, but he lied. He hurt me emotionally, even if he promised he wouldn't hurt me physically, and not mentally.

"Okay."

After that day we became friends. We became the most best of friends, and something more came from that. I told him all my secrets, I trusted him and then he left. It was like a kiss and tell, but what he did was kiss and leave.

He told me he loved me and then he left. He didn't tell me he was getting adopted. He got my hopes up high and left me hanging. I hate him!

But I love him. I didn't want him to leave. The day he left I cried on for hours on end. The tears were endless, the fell, fell, fell and didn't seem to reach the end. That day I sank deeper into my hole of misery I had lost one of my confidants, my link holding me back in life. I could have given up, but that would be selfish and there was still Will.

My precious little brother, with his unusual eyes and the reflection to my mother. Without him I would not even be here from the beginning.

My life was normal. My life was normal as it can be for a seventeen-year-old orphan, with scars and emotional trauma- on top of that also taking care of Will. So... my life is what I call normal. I don't think others will however.

***

Call it emotional trauma, mental scars and bruises; call it what it you will but all of it led to anger. No matter what you think, you will always want to blame someone. Lucifer would know.

He blamed God for all that bad that had happened in his life because it was His fault. His resentment and anger to God built up over the aeon, was getting ready to spill. When it did Lucifer, Satan, the Devil, Hades- call him what you will, as long as it was with respect- would unleash Hell upon God.

Heaven against Hell.
Heaven vs Hell.

Get ready, it's coming your way. It will be the talk of the year, and many to come.