Explosive Kryptonite

Chapter 01

"Where am I?" I groaned in agony. The only thing I could feel right now is my body being crushed repeatedly.

I scanned the room with my eyes, and my boyfriend lay there silently with a hint of tears about to escape his filmy orbs. I scrunched my nose and tilted my head looking at him with concern. "I'm sorry." He whispered diverting his gaze in order to avoid my eye contact.

"Wha-" I was cut off by a doctor barging in "I have some bad news," he stated and that's all I remember before passing out again.

~2 Years Ago~

I was gasping, panting, and most of all hollering. I could almost swear that I could hear my heart beat. My hands were sweating, and I was glancing at the car's doors trying to unlock any of them.

Tears were uncontrollably streaming down my cheeks. I looked over at my parents in the front seats, but they were exerting much less effort than I was to open the doors; they were nearly unconscious. It smelled like gas, which made it harder to breathe, and the next thing I remember, I blacked out while hearing the sound of sirens getting louder.

I woke up at a hospital surrounded by many nurses and a doctor. That's when the doctor said the heartbreaking news I always feared "I'm sorry dear but-" He sighed looking everywhere except my eyes. "Your parents passed away," and when these words left his lips, my whole world shattered. No wait! I was living a déjà vu. This can't be happening. Not again!

This was too weird. I heard a beeping noise. It kept getting louder and louder even much more annoying by the second. As I stared at the doctor, his mouth was opening like he was making the sound. Beep, beep, beep, BEEP!

I opened my eyes and turned off the alarm. It was just a dream.

I sat up straight and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes yawning. I haven't realized that I have been holding my breath until I let it go. I was sweating, so I headed over to my closet and grabbed a towel in order to take a shower.

I twisted the faucet on the hot water's side and carefully stepped in the bath tub. I let the hot, steamy water rinse my body to help me feel nourished allowing all of the negative vibes to get washed away.

I stepped out of the shower and slipped on a Pink Floyd gray shirt and a pair of blue skinny jeans.

I let my hair open, so it could dry naturally since there was a small breeze of air outside. It was midst of autumn, and the weather was unstable, but today was cold, so I slipped on a dark blue jacket and strutted down the stairs.

School isn't my favorite place, but it surely is my only escape. Yes, my parents passed away when I was around 6. My grandparents were too old to take care of themselves, so they have been taken to a nursing home. Meanwhile I was left with no other choice except being put into a foster home -not that I complain or anything- I could say I'm blessed..

"Good morning Cassandra." Emily, my foster mom, greeted with a wide smile. I returned the gesture and grabbed a stool to sit down across the room.

Basically, there was nothing else to look at in the room, so I watched Emily's every move. She was a good-looking woman considering her age. Her chestnut hair was always clipped into a bun-ponytail type of thing. She's got large orbs and a wide smile formed by thin lips.

I had told Emily yesterday to do pancakes for breakfast. She started serving them into various plates for the whole family.

Daniel, my foster brother, entered the kitchen taking in a long breath inhaling the smell of the pancakes. "Thanks Mom." He said pecking his mom on the cheek and grabbing another stool setting it beside me.