Taken
Preface
Sometimes things happen, things change and sometimes people change. Lately I have gone through a lot of changing. Changes in my life have been more melodramatic than normal life in my little town called Roseto. To be completely honest, I am not even sure who I am anymore. As far as I know, my name is Aphrodite.
Chapter 1
Several things were subtly obvious as I slowly descended onto the smooth, gleaming, oak-wood, bay window. It's ancient frame was draped with a lilac and charcoal patterned fabric. I stared out of the dirt rimmed, rain stained window and gathered my confused thoughts together.
I am adopted. I have no idea where I belong, who my parents are, where they are, if they are alive and how did they die - if they are dead. Why would my horrible - yet rich- adoptive parents not tell me. Oh, yeah thats right. They are evil.
For the last 16 years of my life I have been led to believe that my name is Aphrodite Smith - what sort of name is that? There is no proof that this is my real name,so , i figured out that if it's my real name, then it's all i got to remember my parents by.
I have an 'okie' accent. I don't usually complain but it's kinda wierd for someone who lives, well not really near the tulsa area.
I feel different to everyone else - to all of my friends. I feel like I am unique but that I don't deserve to be mingled in with such loving humans - not talking about my 'parents'. I feel that my unusual obsessions have blessed me in the most peculiar ways. I am drawn to things humans usually are repulsed by. For example. Blood.