DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT! STEPHANIE MEYERS DOES!
Preface
My heart stopped as I looked at my family. I hadn't meant to hurt them. In fact, I hadn't meant to do anything. I just got a little upset that was all. A playful game of cards never hurt anyone . . . so why was my brother lying on the ground in a small pool of blood?
Why was my mother lying limp on the floor with the five hundred pound dinner table crushing her? And why was my father looking at me with tears in his eyes? Shaking like he was looking at a monster?
Because that was what he saw me as now?
I took a wary step toward him, and then stopped as he lifted his shaking hands as if to shield his face from me. I saw him mouth in panic, "Get away! Get away!" His face was twisted in pain.
I slowly stepped back as tears sprang to my eyes, burning them. I felt like my heart had been brutally ripped out of my chest as I turned toward the open front door and ran.