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Prologue

PROLOGUE:

♫ I Could Show You Incredible Things

Magic, Madness, Heaven, Sin ♫

30, 1,1971

Happy Birthday

"And now," He drawled, "Leave!"

Azalea ran as fast as she could, exiting the house, to the nearby lake, as she panting bent down. Quickly, Azalea put some water on her wounds, as she tried to hide the scars from the neighbours.

Her father, Mr. Frederik Evans, a wealthy man, had gotten angry again, and decided to hurt her. The reason was completely absurd; apparently, Azalea had gotten (as always) higher grades than Lily, her beloved twin sister. Most parents would congratulate their daughter for getting always perfect grades, not ever a grade that didn't not stand for outstanding, maybe buy them a little present or so, but in Azalea's case, it wasn't like that.

Azalea had two older sisters.
The first one was Lily, who was her older twin sister by three minutes, and then there was Petunia.

Lilliana Marie Evans (also known as Lily) was the everlasting, blooming flower of the Evans family. She was the parent's favourite, the popular in school, the everything. With her stunning emerald green eyes and her bright red hair it was no mystery how beautiful she was. Lily was (as previous mentioned) very popular. Everybody wanted to be her friend, or, at least, talk to her, while Azalea was often ignored, but well, what should she do?

Then there was Petunia; Petunia Sapphire Evans, who had blonde hair and blue eyes, that seemed to sparkle. She was the oldest of the three girls, and very annoying. However, Petunia and Marigold were good friends. It was no secret, at least for Azalea, that Petunia was jealous of Lily, and Azalea didn't blame her. No, she was not jealous, but she understood why Petunia could be, seeing as Lily was, for many persons the synonym of 'perfect'. Azalea did not agree.

For her, Lily was somebody very different; she was a girl who was way too sweet, too false, in Azalea's opinion. Obviously nobody believed her, so she did no longer voice her thoughts, but she knew that Lily was as false as her dead grandma's denture.

Since they were young, maybe five years old, or three, Lily had been the ray of sunshine. She had talked politely, made friends, get spoiled, be happy. And Azalea was happy if her sister was happy.
But then, at the age of—what? Three? Five? Six?—the threats started.

"Get out of my way if you know what's good for you", "Leave, you stupid slut" and "Who do you think you are?", that was only the beginning, the beginning of the end.

Azalea had always been different than her family in certain things. Maybe she wouldn't have been, at least if they treated her like family, which they didn't. It didn't help that weird things happened around her either. The first time she recalled having have done something weird was when she was six, where she made dead flowers bloom. How? No idea, but she was walking in a field, when suddenly, at her touch, the flowers (funnily marigolds) bloomed at once. Later more and more things happened, causing her parents to give her punishments and shouts.

But today, it was their birthday.Her eleventh birthday .Couldn't they be nice for that at least? Apparently not. This was proved when she recalled the events.