full summary:
A girl gets dragged to a jewelry party by her mother, who constantly ignores her, and abusive older sister. There, the only thing that gains her interest is a mysterious ring.
Hardly a day later, strange things have started to happen and it goes from bad to worse. The mother being killed in a car accident while driving the sisters home; the older sister ending up in the hospital; and the youngest sister is left home alone.
After being afraid of the dark for all of her life, she's scared to stay by herself; so she uses money she's been saving up to buy a ticket to Japan to stay with a very close friend she's had since the penpal program three years ago.
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this is a story i randomly thought of one night and it also made me reflect on times when i had been bullied as a child. i guess you could say those, and my creative mind, gave birth to this story. i hope all you readers out there enjoy this as much as i'm going to enjoy writing it.
warning: rated for blood, gore, and cursing later on. don't read if you don't want to read about any of that.
Chapter One: The Day it All Changed
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I hate this place.
No. That's an understatement. I dread this place. I'd rather be anywhere but here. Here, is a small town i don't bother remembering the name of, but i'm in the most northern part of the upper peninsula of Michigan. Hey, my name is Torri Angelosmache. I know, weird name for a 16-year-old Irish/Scottish girl originally from Thurso, Scotland, but that's what it's been my whole life. I've been stuck here for 6 years now. 6 years; well, all my life really; of being called a freak and other things and have been beaten on for something or another.
I rub the newest mark of angry on my lower right ribs. The one responsible was my older sister, Heather Mattews. she loves to make life HELL for me, which I why I was the outcast everywhere we went, because she was Miss Popular and all and everyone at school loved her, VERY few exceptions here and there though.
I never got why she and mom hated me so much, well mom screamed that I looked and acted too much like my father, so there's a reason for ya. But my sister will beat me for the STUPIDEST of things! Or for no Reason at all!
Anyway, it's currently thunder storming like it never has before. For reasons i cannot comprehend, I've always loved thunderstorms. Rain is water, and I love water; and the thunder booms have always been very calming to me. I turned away from the window when I heard my door creak open.
My sister, who I honestly wish I never had, walked in and placed her hands on her hips and pursed her lips like I was a piece of trash that no one had bothered picking up. She and mom are both neat freaks, everything has got to be absolutely perfect or they go nuts; see why she would have that look?
"Now, brat." One of the things that she calls me, she's never called me by my name. "We're going to a jewelry party with mom, and you are to sit in the corner of the room and stay silent."
That's how I've always been, I thought as I rolled my eyes in annoyance. That's when I got popped across the face.
"Don't cock an attitude with me, bitch!" She snarled. "Or do you want to be punished again?"
I froze stiff at that, that's something I always hated with all of my being and she knows it. She smirked down at me,
"Good, now get dressed and be downstairs in five minutes." Then she strutted out of the room and slammed the door shut.
I groaned as I slid down a bit and ran a hand through my short dark blonde hair, which was cut short because Heather threw a temper tantrum about a week ago and took scissors to it. I climbed out of my hammock like bed and trudged over to my dresser and pulled out a black bra and underwear, a pair of torn blue jeans, baggy orange t-shirt that says 'Camp Half-Blood' after my favorite book series, baggy black hoodie, dark brown shoes and dark sunglasses. After dressing, I flew down the stairs and quickly shot into the very back seat of the minivan, mom climbed into the driver seat a few minutes later.
Mother's real name is Christina Mattews, she's 36 years old, has long light brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, pale skin and skinny build. She was dressed in a grey business suit with cranberry shirt, indicating that she had recently gotten out of work. She ignored my entire existence like she always has.
I mentally sighed; she was never going to acknowledge me because she's thought I was a devil ever since my very birth; I think I can blame my father for that, I have his eyes after all. Twenty minutes passed before my sister strutted out. The 17-year-old was in the tightest white mini skirt on the planet, a hot pink fitted top that showed off her way too skinny build, white 6-inch heels, her light brown hair was curled and thrown over her shoulder, her dirty brown eyes looked terrible with all that hot pink eye shadow and her pale skin had WAY too much make-up. How does she get away with wearing all that? She looks like a hooker or a striper or something.
She climbed into the front passenger seat, and as mom started the engine, turned the radio on to a certain station and jacked up the volume. A specific song blared out of the speakers, one I actually liked. It's called 'Before He Cheats' by Carrie Underwood.
"And I dug my key into the side of his pretty little
souped-up 4-wheel drive,
Carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
Slashed a hole in all four tires,
Maybe next time he'll think,
Before he cheats..."
It was about an hour and a half later that we arrived at the restaurant, this is apparently where this 'jewelry party' was being held this time. Mom parked the car and we all got out, after locking it mom led Heather towards the front doors, I hung a few feet behind them.
When we entered the place, it was rather loud, I almost flinched at the first wave of noise that reached my ears. There were many adults at the bar, running around as waiters and waitresses, or sitting at tables, all chatting up storms.
We continued walking around the restaurant until we found a closed off section that had a sign that mentioned that it was only for those there for the jewelry party. We walked in and a lady greeted us, she and mom exchanged a friendly hug; work friends probably; then she said hello to my sister and said how cute she was. Ugh, really? She's the worst form of ugly that walks this earth. Then the lady handed them what looked to be a ticket of some kind, then they went and sat down at a center table. My mom must of warned her that I was coming because when I entered, she turned on her heel and walked away to go talk to someone else. I shrugged it off, this is a normal thing for me, I was never very social in the first place.
I made my way to the farthest back corner away from all the chattering women that were so bubbly and preppy and shit. I found a table that had a corner chair right against a full window that allowed view of the soon coming storm. I inwardly smiled and plopped into that seat, crossed my arms over my chest, closed my eyes and rested my head against the window.
The auras of everyone were all a different color, really weak and hard to see clearly, but I could sense them all moving around, they were like shimmering force fields around every individual. I ceased my eyebrows together a bit when a figure came closer to me, the aura was actually a livid sky blue color, and I got a sense of friendliness from it. It was odd, for me at least, I'm sure you can already guess why. I cracked an eye open to see who it was.
The woman looked to be in her late forties, though she could be older; her ink black hair had few grey streaks here and there, but fell gently around her shoulders in a soft, wavy curls; her eyes were a light jade green; her skin a natural peach color and she had a normal healthy built. She was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, a light green/blue shirt, a sterling silver cross necklace embedded with small white gems, matching hanging earring and white flats. She gave me a small smile, which did unnerve me a little.
"Hello. What's your name?" she asked in a soft voice that sounded almost like bells. I, however, remained silent. She quickly noticed this and continued, "Did you receive a ticket for a chance to win a free piece of jewelry?"
She stood there, patiently waiting until I shook my head no. She picked up a roll of tickets from a table nearby; she must be one of the hosts for this party; then torn one off and handed it to me. I took it and looked down at it, it was like ordinary raffle tickets you'd find at carnivals and festivals, with little numbers printed at the top. I looked back up when she set a small tray of buffalo wings in front of me, I was a little surprised by this.
"You look hungry, child." She smiled sweetly, I was about to shake my head no, but my stomach gave me away. I blushed a little in embarrassment, but she let out a soft laugh. "Go ahead and eat, the drawing will begin shortly."
I nodded my thanks and started to eat a few, the wings were spicy garlic, which I found that I really liked and the lady walked away to talk to other guests. She was right when she said that it would start soon, because I had just finished in 7 minutes and few moments later, it began. I listened as the nice lady from earlier introduced herself as Linda, but then tuned the rest out until I heard mention of the drawing contest and saw everyone pulling out their tickets.
I pulled mine out of my pocket and glanced down at it, disappointed after not hearing the numbers called a few times, but then quickly dismissed it. That is, until 15 minutes later when I heard Linda say,
"Ticket number: 577068."
I glanced down at my ticket and I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, I must of heard wrong.
"Again, ticket number: 577068."
I felt my eyes widen in surprise, that's my ticket number. I looked up to meet Linda's gaze and shyly raised my hand to where it was level with my head. She smiled and called me up, I slowly stood from my chair and made my way over. I heard Heather scoff and snarl quietly behind me, hating that she had lost; I resisted the urge to turn around, smirk and flip her off. I made it to the front table where every piece of jewelry they currently had laid out, Linda smiled again and said I had free reign to choose any one piece I wanted.
I looked and walked around the tables cautiously, trying to find something interesting, but most of it was too girly for my tastes. But then I stopped the one I wanted, it was a ring with a thick silver/steel band, with two stripes of black going all the way around. It looked like a men's ring, but I didn't care and picked it up from among the rest, it felt cool to the touch and when I slipped it on my middle finger on my left hand, it fit perfectly. I noticed Linda looking at it from across the table, she had a nervous look on her face, but she quickly hid it with a smile and said that I made a very nice choice. I was curious about the previous look, but I shrugged it off, made my way back to my corner seat, and stuffed my hands in my black hoodie's pockets as I returned my gaze to the newly falling rain. The rest of the party continued, all the talking and gossiping in the party and the rest of the restaurant continued as it had the entire time.
I never did notice a few things that night:
1, was that Linda cast me many saddened looks on several occasions throughout the rest of the night.
2, the ring glowed and pulsed a few times before returning to its natural look.
3, my life was never going to be the same again.
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