Chapter 1. The beginning of the end

I arose from bed to find my bedroom in flames.

"Very funny Deven!" I yelled, checking the view as the flames turned to ashes and my red paint turned to a crispy black.

"What? I was just talking to dad! Don't act like a little devil!" He said barging in the door wearing his midnight T and black shorts. His jet black hair was swept to the left as he gave out his toothy grin. The same grin as, 'I just made a joke that no one is laughing at, WHY IS NO ONE LAUGHING AT IT?'

"Well… Um… Did you not look at my room? Its like the living room! And you're the one who still can make fire!" I argued as I looked in the mirror to find my, everyday self.

"Well I'm the one who has fire because you got grounded!" He cheered after checking himself out.

"I have no time to speak to my little bro! I have to go shopping with Halyin and Neva so we can pick out our new school outfits and then pick on Amelia and her gang!" I tried saying to myself as I pulled my tangles out with the comb.

The air whistled threw my window as my black curtains brushed against the chipped paint.

"Hello! Earth to Danellia!" My brother said, lying on my bed and searching through the stars that I painted above.

"Huh? What!" I said, turning around from the mirror to see his face, Staring… Not just at me… but… I turned back around to see what he was staring at… A cobweb. Which means a spider is around in my room. If only I didn't have a brother who was afraid of creepy crawlies.

"Deven its just a stupid little bug!" I said searching the room with my eyes to spot a small creature.

"D- D- Danellia…. T-T-There it is!" He said quietly pointing at the beast… Well in his case. I searched to were he was pointing at, above my desk, In the darkest place in the room… Right next to the trail that leads to the attic.

"G-G-Get it!" Deven jumped up onto my dresser as he closed his eyes like he was in the middle of talking to Medusa.

"You're a wimp you no that?" I conformed to my brother as he opened a eye to see if I caught it yet.

"What? You expect me to get it?" I asked after I saw his expression.

"Well don't expect me."

"Im not getting it!"

"Well its your room!"

"Yeah which means I don't have to!"

"DANELLIA, DEVEN GET DOWN HERE! SENIREY MADE BREAKFAST!" My father said, interrupting the argument, "ALSO DANELLIA YOU HAVE SOME MAIL!"

Deven darted down the stairs, forgetting about the spider that was 'such a big deal.' and went to get his, burnt pancake and clear orange juice.

I came downstairs to find my father holding the morning mail and his clear juice.

"Well it has to be you inless there is another, Danellia D. Devillen."

He said showing me the letter.

I took the red envelope out of my fathers hands, "Woah, Easy there Danellia." He said trying to yank the letter back from my over sized hands, "You will have this after breakfast." He said putting the letter into his midnight red colored robe pocket and sat onto the wooden seat that led to his meal.

"Dad, Are you sure I can't have the letter now? This time it must be mom!" I said pleading for the letter.

"That's what im afraid of…" He said, rubbing his goatee as I simply way of saying, 'Can you quite down, Do you realize this discussion is ridiculous! Eat your manhole, I mean pancake and stop thinking about your mother! She is GONE! G-O-N-E-!' When my eyes darted to Deven's I got the same expression only he was dying to know more about our mother then I was.

"I can't stop thinking about mom! I don't need your help! I've been asking for 11 years where my mother is! I started asking when I was 3! Its not fair to have your children do that! You're the reason that she left! Isn't it?" I begun.

"That is Non Scence! Your mother left because it was her choice! I had no reason of the reason of how she disappeared! If your want that letter then you shall wait and stop this discussion! Your mother would not write to you in a million years! So just quite your pot hole you call a mouth and eat your stupid food! There shall be no more questions at this table or ever!" My father said, after banging his hands on the table and making the silver wear fly across the table.

My brother and I sat there in silence, I should have known I pushed it to hard, My dads the devil, he wont care who's feelings he's hurting or how, Just if he's mad he will show it.

"Um… Where is the butter?" Deven asked hopefully of finding something descent on his black toast.

"I SAID NO MORE QUESTIONS AT THIS TABLE! NOW SHUT YOUR YAP AND EAT!" My father yelled back.

I felt a tear role down my cheek and into the clear water, " Dad, You could of just said she was dead, Stop yelling at us!" I ran from my seat and onto the staircase, trying not to look into my fathers eyes, to see his hate, sorrow, regret.

I ran into my room, making sure to slam the door, Ran and grabbed out my red notebook from under my bed and wrote,

Dear journal,

Life is horrible, I can't even look into my fathers eyes without seeing the hate that he is giving me… Deven doesn't even bother looking into anyone's eyes, you can see his sorrow and depression into his eyes, After mom went away his eyes never changed, People shouldn't be hard on him… He shouldn't be hard on me!

Everyone hates me! My maid doesn't even bother saying, "Hello Danellia." Or just the simple word, "Move."

Maybe it will just be better if I left, Not bothering to see this part of life, To live on my own and with my own. But its not all that easy when you're the daughter of the devil.

Ok guys! I hope you liked that chapter! It was… tense I guess! Ok ill try updating as soon as possible! Review, something!

Thanks,

~Me!