Chapter One

Prologue

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I've been alone all of these seventeen years of my life, I mean I had passed from family to family over the years; I stopped counting after twenty.

I was born on September 17, 1990, I was found on the door step of the saint Mary's church. With nothing, but a name and a Blanket.

The foster family's over the years could never had my outrageous behavior and my "special needs".

I wasn't mentally challenged as they said I was, some family's had even checked me into a psyche wards to prove if there was an evidence of there claim.

There was not.

I knew that there was nothing wrong with my mental state now, but back when I turned ten strange things started to happen to me, and I almost agreed with them.

One event that I could recall that happened after a few days after my birthday, I was having a nightmare that I was falling down from the sky and getting closer to the ground. What woken me was not the dream, but hitting a very hard surface. I found my self to be in the basement of the home.

My room was on the second floor.

From then on small certain things started happening months from then on, when I'd cry it would rain, when I was mad objects would break around me, or a small fire would start. When I would want to get out of somewhere or I would think of a certain place I would want to be somewhere I really desired, I would disappear in a white mist.

I hid those gifts from my foster parents over the years very well, that was not what had brought them to the conclusion that there was something mentally wrong with me.

When I turned fifth teen I started having visions of terrible things, people being murdered, suicide, abuse, torture, and people suffering with inner demons. Not only could I see it, I could feel it, smell it, I could feel what there were going through in that very moment. If they felt the urge to hurt themselves I felt the urge to do the same, if someone was being hit by a car, I felt the impact between the skin and metal.

Every vision felt like my head was being spilt open my two hot pokers, with hot lava being poured down the middle of my brain. It was not just the pain of the visions that hurt me the most, it was that I couldn't help these people in my visions. Why was I given them if I couldn't help them.

The visions would come at any moment no matter what I was doing, sometimes I'd be sitting down, or walking down the street, or eating dinner with one of the many foster family's I had been staying with.

That's what drove some of the foster family's to check me into a physic ward, they thought I had gone mentally insane, screaming in agony out of nowhere and yelling to get help! Help them please! There in danger! Somebody do something!

But I could never save them, Not one.

I couldn't handle the accusations of every family that I had stayed with, saying I was crazy I need to be put away. There was nothing wrong with me and I new that, I new I was different and I was given these gifts for a reason. And I new moving from home to home, I was never going to find out who I really am.

I needed to get out.

Chapter one

I didn't know long I had been running, maybe a few weeks at most. Mud was caked on my feet and my pants, my shirts were in shreds now. Rain cold as ice hit my skin as needles as I ran through the woods, of god know were I was.

It got colder and colder I couldn't feel my hands anymore, I was like a robot I just kept on running. But I had no idea were I was running to, I just kept on going.

I was nearing the edge of the woods, I couldn't keep myself up anymore I had to use the trees to pull myself forward. When I finally reached the road I tripped over a rock and fell into the middle of the road.

I knew I should have gotten up but I was too tired to care, I let out a long breath and looked up into the sky. It was filled with dark clouds, and the rain poured harder into my face that I had to keep my eyes shut.

I let out a happy laugh, I knew laying in the middle of the road was insane, but I hadn't had rest in a few days, the hard flat surface of the road was good on my back. I listened to the sound on the rain, until I heard a loud horn.

And then darkness took over me.

When I had awoken I was not greeted with the cold rain hitting my face or the hard flat surface of the road. No I was greeted by a soft surface under me a scratchy wool blanket brushing against my skin.

I shot up.

The room was big looking like it was just remolded to be bigger, the whole room was spacious wide and open, and there were only three doors to the wide room. The kitchen was to my right, it was small but who needed a big kitchen as long as you had a fridge, sink, and a stove. There was a huge bookcase filled with a dozen of books of the left side of the wall. The floor was worn, probably over the years, the wooden frames and doors were chipping. Trinkets hung down the walls of the ceiling stars, moon, charms, and a number of strange knickknacks.

"Hello Luv, Finally awake" Came a smooth woman's voice.

I nearly jumped five feet in the air; I flew my hand over my chest trying to calm down my heart. There stood a woman about my height, she was pale like Helena Bonham carter; she had dark brown hair that was held up high in her hair in two buns on the side of her head, it was wild with trinkets woken through it. Her lips were full and a light shade of pink, she wore an off shoulder pink top like a pageant shirt. With a white bohemian skirt with a belt made of bottle caps that were wrapped around her waist.

"Didn't mean to scare ya" her voice was smooth but held a slight British accent

"No its alright " I let out a sigh

She smiled and turned her back towards me and headed towards the kitchen and filled up a class of water.

"Here you go luv" She said handing me the glass as she sat on the edge of the bed.

I gave her a nod and took a small sip.

"You had me worried you've been asleep for the past two days" she said with a smile "Looked like someone took a beaten on ya-What were you doin out there so late?" she questioned me.

I gripped the glass of water and looked down, not sure what to tell her. I curled my feet from under me and brought my face closer to the glass of water.

"You don't have to tell me Luv" She soothed "Just wondering what a pretty gal like ya was doing out so late?" She questioned

I gave a small smile "My car broke down a few miles a way back" I began looking down at the glass in my hand "I was walking around for hours trying to hitch a ride-but I had gotten lost" I felt horrible for lying but what was I suppose to say.

"Alright" she said simply, she patted the bed "Well lets get you dressed and something to eat" she said getting up from the bed.

I was shocked that she had not even questioned my answer, I knew that she new I was lying.

"I should probably get going Mam-" I began

She turned around and smiled "Do you have anywhere else to go?" she questioned with a hand on her Hip.

I looked down, she was right I had no where else to go.

"That's what I thought" she said with a nod "No go in the bathroom and get cleaned up" She said pointing her finger towards the worn wooden door by the kitchen.

I gave a nod and threw the covers off, right when she was out the door she poked her head back in.

"By the way my names Nellie Lovett" She said with a warm smile

I gave a bright smile " Amelia" I answered, she gave me a nod and she was gone.