Copyright: This is MY story with MY own ideas. It is not for others to use unless they ask me.
Prologue.
"I just don't understand, and I don't see how you expect me to" Anger flashed through her chocolate brown eyes as she shot a glare at her mother, who was being the epitome of patience as usual.
"Raine darling, by now I am sure that you understand, I think that a better explanation for yourself might be that you don't want to understand. But in the end, this is what is best for you. You are a part of this world whether you like it or not, and I am not willing to take the chance or gamble with options and end up without a daughter."
Raine resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her mother, and settled on sighing and leaning back against the wall. Of course her mother was right, that was one of the innerving parts. She was ALWAYS right. Her temple rested against the cool white wall as her mind began to sift through all the anxieties that were pressing down on her. It had been years since she had seen any of her old friends, years since she had bothered to find out what was going on in the world. It was all isolation all the time and that was how she liked it. Venturing out and having to throw herself back into a world she did her best to avoid did not sound the least bit appealing.
"Maybe it won't be so bad" Her mom settled on the bed beside Raine as her kind blue eyes rested on her only daughter.
"You're too optimistic" Raine muttered without meeting her gaze.
"Or perhaps" Her mother began thoughtfully, "You are entirely too pessimistic?" She suggested.
Raine snorted a laugh, but couldn't stop the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. Pessimistic. Yes the perfect way to describe her. If you thought the worst of things… Then you couldn't be disappointed right? Hardly, but it was a nice thought at the same time.
Raine watched out of the corner of her eyes as her mom's hands reached out, gently sifting through her strands of long brown hair. This was one thing she would definitely miss, her mom always knew how to relax her. "It will all be just fine" She murmured, kissing the side of her daughters head.
"No it won't"
"Don't be so stubborn, it is hardly lady like."
"I am not lady like in general. That's YOU. I somehow ended up the awkward odd ball, we have discussed this mother why do you always forget?" Raine sat up, pulling herself to the edge of the bed where she forced herself to stand up. The clothes that had once been thrown randomly into the suitcase were now folded neatly; her mother's doing no doubt. As she tossed in the last of her essential items, her eyes drifted to the picture frame on the side of her bed. In what had become a instinctual reaction her heart sunk, but her eyes were fiery as she felt a sense of pride and warmth wash over her.
"If you can't believe it will be alright from me, then believe it for him darling." Her mother suggested upon following her gaze.
Raine briefly looked at her mother, but not long enough to really tell what the look on her face meant. She snatched the picture and tossed it in her suitcase before zipping it shut and dragging it onto the floor. Her eyes drifted around the room, glancing at everything from the deep purple walls, her desk completely littered with random items, to the pile of old t-shirts her mom refused to let her pack. It would be the last time she would be seeing it for a long time.
"Are you sure you don't want to take any more of these with you?" Her mother inquired while motioning toward Raines collection of books.
"I'm sure" she mumbled and dragged her suitcase toward the door. She waited for her mom to walk out, and then took one last glance around before flicking off the light switch.