Disclaimer: I do not own Darkest Powers, Kelley Armstrong does. although in the future I plan on owning characers of my own.
AN: I'm going to do a sort of role play type thing. If anybody wants to create a character review me a name, age, power and brief back ground and if you want relationship with any other character. I'll pick the best and most awesome.
The distant sound of an alarm woke me up. I waited for a moment before I opened my eyes. Already seeing the lavender walls and the black sheer curtains blowing in the wind. The messy desk piled high with over due library books. The book shelf in the corner even more over flowing with reading materials. Clothes, some clean some dirty littering the floor. My bedroom. My safe haven to get away from everything. To get away from being invisible.
I opened my eyes and almost started freaking out when I saw the line of trees and a playground on one side of me and the road on the other. Before I remembered that I had ran away. I woke up every morning enjoying the freedom and not having to worry about keep my secret hidden. But by nightfall when the shadows came out of hiding, I was regretting my decision to run away.
I had been regretting it for the past week. The first few days were fine. It was a little hard finding somewhere to stay, but other than that (and not having showers) it was okay. By the fourth day I had ran out of the food I had packed. By the eighth day I had ran out of money and couldn't by any food. I spent most of my day in the park asking picnickers for any left over food. They gave it to me feeling sorry for me. I could read the pity in their eyes.
I slowly got up and swallowed the dizziness. The weather had been bad for the past couple of days so no one came to the park to eat, which meant I didn't eat. My clothes were itchy and stiff after the rain shower I slept in the night before. I grabbed my back pack and slowly started walking down the street, deciding to take the leftovers of the mall goers.
I sighed wearily. None of this wouldn't have happened if my parents had accepted me. But of course they didn't, wouldn't. I wasn't like them, or my sister, or my friends, normal. I was a freak with supernatural powers. I, according to this lady whose name I can't remember, was a witch.
AN: Thanks for reading. Hope you like it. Tell me what you thank. I'll try to update often. I also will be working on another DP story. Look for a sneek peak coming soon.