(Unnamed Temporarily)
Prologue:
It started with the push of a button.
BOOM
And the house went up in flames. My eyes were glued to the bright orange flames and black smoke that erupted from everywhere. And I just stood, glued to the spot, barley aware as my friends' dodged pieces of flying furniture and items on either side of me. My mind was blank, my eyes unmoving. The only thing I could do was stare, and take in the burning house before me.
I don't quite remember much after that. Nothing clear, anyway. There were the short flashes of the police, fire fighters, and paramedics arriving, and the fact that the paramedics had gripped me and dragged me to the ambulance. I was numb, though. Oblivious to their touch and how hard they had to tug me from that spot in front of my house. The rest was a blur, though, the whole ride, until I finally ended up in the police station with Fitch and Kyler. I do remember, quite clearly however, watching Fitch's parents burst through the frosty automatic double doors to claim their son, and soon after that, Kyler's parents. Yes, I remember that dreary, sinking feeling that I could wait at the police station just sitting here in this chair, staring blankly at the wall for as long as I wanted. Because no one was coming to claim me.
"You can put your stuff here for now", Aunt Trudy told me. She was pointing to a set of wooden drawers, "I'm having new furniture put in soon, so just try to cram it all in there for now". My eyes glanced around the room, taking in the bare white walls and the one bed in the corner with the blue plaid comforter. Simple. Just how I liked it.
I could feel my Aunt standing behind me, in the doorway watching me, uncomfortable,
"Um, ok. Well you unpack and I'll have dinner ready when you come down. Don't forget to come down, ok, Jace?" she said. My reply was a glance in her direction. And then she was gone.
I unpacked my cloths first. They were all new, and all expensive. Aeropostal, Abercrombie, Quicksilver, and Edd Hardy. It didn't feel real, didn't feel me. I tried not to think about the reason I was wearing these name brand cloths instead of my trusty faded jeans and t-shirts. But it didn't work. The truth always came rushing back with a 'PANG' that hurt more each and every time. No matter what I did or what I thought I couldn't escape it. So I decided I would stop fighting, let the truth flow over me, because there was nothing else to do. No other solution.
This is only the prologue, if it's ok then il continue, if you don't like it then i guess i'll stop. Oh, and if you have any questions PAH-LEASE ask because then i know what i need to answer in the next chapters (if i continue) to make the story less confusing. Ok, thanks.