Blazing Red

Chapter Four: New?

Darkness.

It can be portrayed, explained and observed in countless ways. Darkness can be when the lights are turned off. Darkness can be when everything that surrounds you is pitch black and you can't see a thing. Darkness can be a broken heart, or tears that stream down your face. Darkness can be anything you imagine, and that's the scary part.

Darkness is all that surrounds me as I walk down the stairs of my old house, my adoptive mothers house. I'm officially 18. Your 18th birthday is supposed to be one of the best days of your life, but I just found out my mom isn't my mom and my birth mother is dead, as well as finding out that my father is an evil psychopath that wants to kill all humans.

Best 18th birthday ever, right?

The stairs creek with exhaustion, as do I. All I want is to curl into bed and go to sleep, but I know that's the last thing I should do. I need to leave. I can't get Liam involved in this and I need time to think, get my mind straight.

If I leave, no one from that world will find me and ask for help. It's not my job to be there. I know nothing about that crazy world. Im human, and I'm guessing if the whole my father wants to take over the world thing and kill all humans was important. It would've been on the news.

No one needs my help.

I let the air fill me. Night time was always my favorite. The stars, the moon. It seemed to have all its answers. The cold breeze passes by as it did earlier. I wish nothing changed. I don't want to know this stuff. I don't want to be apart of that world. I want to be me again, but did I ever really know who me was in the first place.

I travel farther down the road. My small apartment I shared with Liam wasn't to far from my mothers house, I mean, adoptive mother.

I wonder what my birth mom was like. Was she kind? Did she have a big heart? Did she overthink everything everything like I do? Even though I just found out about her, I can't help but miss her. What did we have in common? How did she look? Was she pretty?

I stop in front of the small apartment and take a deep breath. I need to get in quietly, and get out of the house as fast as possible. Only gather what you need my inner thoughts tell me.

I wander in slowly, opening the door, almost shaking. My feet move before I can think. I head straight for my room, carful as I pass by Liams room.

He wouldn't understand any of this. He would call me crazy, try to comfort me about my mother, and then scold me again for believing such an insane thing.

My room welcomes me with a light candle smell. The flame lights up my room, and I knew Liam did it when he got home. As I turn the lights on I notice a note by the candle. I blow it out harshly. I'm not trying to burn the house down. I let myself smile for the first time in the past two hours when I think about how much Liam cares about me. I wish everyone cared like that. I open the letter, letting all my thoughts of leaving this place be pushed out of my head.

Dear Andrea,
I know you hate when I call you that so I am doing it anyways. You are very much welcome. I hope you got home safe. By the time you read this I know I will be asleep, and knowing your mother it's probably past midnight. I just wanted to be the first to wish you a true happy 18th birthday. I love you, and don't know what I would do without you. With all jokes aside you are my bestfriend. My very short best friend. I just had to say that but anyway, I set an alarm extra early so I can make you breakfast, and be at your beck and call all day, not like I don't do that everyday but I love you. Happy 18th Andi.
Love your best friend that loves to annoy you for a living.