Chapter 1: Prologue – The Girl
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For as long as I can remember, I have never felt normal. No, I don't mean the typical teenage hormone stage of not being normal. I'm talking about the unusual appetite, seeing things, hearing things, and unusual strength type of normal. And because of it I always felt my life was without purpose. That was until I met Elizabeth. It was right around the time I made my fifth return to a certain hell-hole: a place for orphans. A place for unwanted children of all ages to wait for the day that may have never arrived –where we would find a family. Find a home. I dreaded that hellish place. For many reasons, too. Bed-bug infested, snot nose toddlers, and snobby pricks who pretended to give a damn when in all reality they hated us just as much as we hated them. Some of us were lucky enough to find others who were like us and call them a friend. But like I said; only some… I was in that rare small percentage that had no one. But by my own choice.
I saw no purpose in making short-term friendships. And for that I would get picked on… a lot. I just wanted to be left alone with a notebook and a pencil by a window and escape. And if it wasn't those older pricks bothering me then it was that damn Elizabeth who would pester me. She would find me in the most secluded places possible. There was no escaping her innocent, deep ocean blue eyes and long straight blonde hair. She was the gum at the bottom of most people shoes that was troublesome to get rid of. No matter how hard you'd scrub, it always remained. And in her two spaghetti string arms was a ragged stuff animal that she found amusement in carrying around where ever she went. Despite the fact that cotton was beginning to spill from the right corner of the bear's suppose head and then the right eye was replaced with a button from a button up shirt. The filth on that rotten stuffed bear was revolting. And it seemed that everywhere I went so did that girl and her repulsive bear. I needed not to wander my eyes to tell she was nearby. Soon, I ignored the presence of the girl; thinking she would eventually leave me be. That was where I made my first mistake. Because after that she never left my side.
And so she stuck by my side like glue. Going wherever I went, always preaching about how I should smile more as if it was her soul mission. I hated that girl. I hated everything about her. From the way she laughed to the way she would always spill all this crap about one day finding a loving family but whenever those dreadful days came around where families would come to visit and just maybe find a child of their liking she was the first to run and hide under her bed where the cob-webs and dust-bunnies resided. But what I hated most about the girl was the hope she held heavily for me. It was visible in her eyes that she cared deeply for me. And I hated it.
It reminded me of a contagious disease and just like any other contagious disease out there I eventually caught it. But when I finally did capture this sickening idea of hope and some form of ray of light that lighten my dark tunnels, it all had vanished in the blink of an eye once he arrived…
Everything changed once I was adopted into the family of the Argents…