New story time again! This chapter is just a short prologue, because it was hard to write this first part. You'll see why when you start reading.
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Hatred comes from the heart, contempt from the head, and neither feeling is quite within our control.
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I glared at the picture of the three of us all standing together. We had all been so happy back then. My two best friends and I had had a great relationship. Until the accident that is. I ended up in the hospital while they were on the outside; finishing school, living their lives, falling in love…
Anger filled me as I continued staring at the picture. His stupid grin seemed to say, "Hey, I stole the only woman you ever loved. We're still best friends, right?" How could she ever have fallen in love with him? He caused the accident that ruined my life, yet she seemed to forget that and married him anyways.
We haven't seen each other for years. He still sends letters, hoping that our old friendship could be salvaged, but each one only made my hatred for him burn stronger. Apparently they went into the ghost hunting business, acting as if my accident never happened. It was like being slapped in the face. Had they forgotten all of the pain that I went through? All of the suffering that the paranormal had caused me?
The worst part was that they even had their own family, a teenage boy and girl. It just wasn't fair that he had everything that I ever wanted, and I was alone. I had been watching them carefully for quite some time, and I was shocked when it turned out that their son had powers like mine. Perhaps I could bring him over to my side and convince him how much his father deserved to die.
It had taken me a long time to decide that I was going to kill my former friend. My loathing for him simmered over many years, and I was finally sick of watching him go through life without regretting causing the accident that ruined my life and stealing the one person I loved. Now he was going to pay for what he had done.
I looked at the picture into her amethyst eyes, searching for some sort of reason as to why she betrayed me. Her arms were around both of us, like she couldn't decide who she liked better. It could have been me who she had married. It should have been me.
Very slowly I tore as much of him out of the picture as I could, trying not to rip any of her at all. His half of the photo was now in my palm, and I crushed it before disintegrating it with an ectobeam.
I changed into my ghost form and glanced at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes, which had once been bright green, were now red because of the deep seated obsession within me. My ears were pointed, and my skin had a blue tint to it, and I had changed the costume I used to wear. Would either of them recognize me? Probably not until it was too late. I laughed and flew away from my home.
History had repeated itself. Just like the what had happened to the first halfa, Vlad Plasmius, my best friend had destroyed my life. Tucker Foley would die tonight, and Sam would finally be mine.