Heavenly

Zane's POV Ch. 5

Watching Samara claw through the dirt like her life depended on it was the best site to see.

I loved watching her do what she loved, what she was so passionate about.

She is a special girl despite what her Mother had to say about her.

Bringing her breakfast and listening to her wild dreams were the best days, they were my favorite.

I could sit under the sycamore tree for hours on end watching and listening to her ramble on about her dreams, her fantasy land, that she used to escape this cruel reality; the shade bringing cool air from underneath the tree and her eyes sparkling with joy.

She was my best friend, despite what everyone else kept saying about her, but soon I would have a rude awakening to that of reality.

Mom and Dad never really liked me going to hang out with her so much, but I never understood why.

She was the best person in this town, and my brother would tell me things that I did not quite believe, but they kept going on and on about how ¨I should not get attached to her.¨

Besides all of that, and the kids at school saying the same, I started to wonder if it was true.

Nothing awful about Samara though, what they said terrified them, not me. What terrified me, was today.

It is my 7th birthday, and although I should be overwhelmed in excitement, I cant stop thinking about what had happened yesterday.

As my family and I were all sitting on the front porch, Samara's car flew past, but in that brief moment I could see the fear in her eyes as they watered with tears.

My heart dropped into my stomach and I felt as though someone had grabbed my neck; grasping me tightly and not willing to let go.

Tears started to roll down my cheeks like they were racing with each other, and my feet took off without my command, kicking up dirt and sand from the old road behind me.

She looked out the back window, her stuffed bunny in hand and banging on the window with the other. She was screaming for me as was I for her. 

My legs ached, but I did not care, she couldn't take Samara away. Dont cry. I thought despertely in my mind.

You are so much more beautiful when you smile, and the thought of her smiling just made me feel worse. She needed to be safe; I needed her to be safe.

I continued to chase the worn down car all the way to the end of our street before my parents ran off the front porch and after me, grasping my arms tightly with both of their hands, but I continued to fight, screaming her name.

I lay in bed, replaying this incident over and over in my mind. I could have done something more, but I didn't.

I could have snuck her away from that evil witch of a mother, but then the town would find her, one way or another. They were desperate for her, and they still are.

"Zane!"

My father called from his room.

It took a lot of effort and convincing of my mind to drag myself out of bed; my body was sore and ached, not physically, but mentally.

I dragged my tired feet into my fathers doorway.

"What is it?" I asked in a some what irritated tone.

"It is your birthday, happy birthday son!!" Mother came around the corner with a cake, a black cake with angel wings on it, but they looked as if they had red icing.

"What is this??" I demanded.

They took me in their room and shut the door, confirming what everyone in the town including my older brother, had been telling me.

"Come with me." My father said calmly.

I was completely petrified that all of this was true.

We got into my fathers old pick up truck, a ford, and we went down the road a few blocks away. The car ride was completely silent as i stared ahead.

We stopped just beyond the yard of a young girl, no older than about twelve. Her eyes flashed a vibrant green, and my father told me to get out of the truck casually, then we ran over to a bush as we stalked the little girl swinging on a swing set in her yard.

"Dad, what are we doing here??"

"Dont you wonder why you grow up so fast and seem so mature for a child?"

"I did no think I was that mature, and why are we whispering?" I questioned.

"Son, it is because you are not turning seven, well in the human yes, but you are not human."

I stared at the leaves in the bush, I could not belive what I was hearing, I hated this.

I would much rather be a human than be what I am.

"And that young girl right there, is not human either, look in her eyes son, what is she?"

I slowly lifted my head and looked at the girl. She had black hair, but stunning green eyes; she reminded me of Samara, but her eyes were much more beautiful.

"It is your first hunt son, you have come of age. You should have your powers now, it just takes a little push to get them to kick in."

He threw me over the fence and into the yard of the little girl.

My face hit the grass and my mouth filled with dirt. I would have a bruise on my face for awhile, until said powers kicked in. 

The girl looked at me curiously as I went to look up at her, she screamed a high pitched squeal and nearly fell off the swing, raising her hand and seemingly picking me up by my throat without even touching.

My eyes filled with tears, I knew my father was watching, but these powers he spoke of were a little late, but her eyes, they reminded me of Samara, I could not hurt this girl.

She threw me back onto the ground, and stood over me like a hawk all while my father was still in the bush, watching, waiting.

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