~Info and Part 1~

Name: Paramore Kasumi

Age: 16

Height: 5'9"

Appearance: Waist-length, straight ebony hair with violet streaks, bangs down to her cheeks. Ice blue eyes. Pale skin.

Personality: A wee bit anti-social, prefers to keep to herself, a few hours off from being nocturnal. Loves nature, singing, swimming, black flowers, the moon and painting and art.

Background: Lives in Toronto, Ontario in Canada. Has been raised by her birth dad and, eventually, her step-dad (Yeah. She has two dads. No laughing). Knows absolutely nothing about her mom. She's always had social problems and got into fights at school. Pair that with her ADHD and dyslexia, and you get the reasons as to why she's home schooled.. Works at a night club as a singer.

And now we began…

….

It was night time.

I couldn't see the stars.

Yet, I could see the moon. The new moon; A black mass with a ring of silver around it.

The lake looked like oil.

The wet grass shined black.

The weeping willow looked like a creepy, looming silhouette.

It was raining, lightly, but I wasn't wet at all.

My hair was down, blowing in the cold, silent breeze.

A black rose was pinned in my hair.

I wore a black, single-shouldered tunic that went down to my knees. A gold, braided rope was around my waist and the excess fabric from the tunic was draped over my shoulder.

My bare feet enjoyed the cold dew that adorned the grass.

I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth, sighing.

This place gave me peace. It was perfect.

Then, I heard rocks come from behind me.

I made the mistake of turning around to see what was going n.

What I saw shocked me.

Lightning hit the earth, sparking flames. Waters raged, bringing down entire skyscrapers. The earth cracked open, engulfing the things of the surface while, also, letting the dead rise and tear things apart with their boney, skeletal hands.

Buildings. Streets. Homes. Apartments. Everything was crashing down around me and my sanctuary.

It frightened me.

And yet, as much as hate to admit it, there was a tiny part of me that was… thrilled.

Anytime anyone made me feel horrible or angry, I wanted this to happened. And I had been hurt a lot.

At the front of all the chaos, was a dark figure.

The figure was male, only a few inches taller than me. All I could really see of his physical features was that he had a white, ragged scare under his left eye.

He lifted his hand, offering it to me.

Then, a dark, heavy voice rang in my head.

Take his hand. Take his hand. Take his hand and become who you were meant to be.

One part of me nagged, twitched and longed to take the hand.

The other screamed that I couldn't.

The voices in my head screamed and yelled, pulling me two different ways.

Before I could decided weather to take his hand, light sliced through the darkness, forcing me to cover my eyes.

But, when the light hit the dark figure, he just disappeared.

"Honey, it's noon. Please, get up."

I, reluctantly, cracked my eyes open, and found my dad opening my curtains, letting the mid-day sun in.

I had really sensitive eyes, so the sudden light really hurt. I pulled my blanket over my head.

"Oh, no you don't."

Dad ripped my blanket off of my bed before patting my feet and telling me to get up again.

This was our usual routine. Happened all the time.

I, slowly, sat up and stretched before wandering into my bathroom and taking a nice, cold shower to wake me up.

Once I was done washing up, I went back into my room.

I pulled on some black skinny jeans before tying my black rose converses on. I pulled on my black and purple "Hard Rock Café" T-shirt that I had gotten the trip to Japan we took one year previous.

I tied my soaking hair up into a high ponytail and let the bangs fall over my eyes.

I walked down the hall find my birth dad, Kotsu, fixing me some eggs and my step dad, Marvin, working on his laptop at the dinning room table.

I took a seat next to Marvin and, instantly, rested my head on the table.

That's when I felt Marvin, gently, tug on my ponytail, raising my head back up.

"Not before you say good morning."

I smiled to myself as I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Morning, Marvin."

That's when my dad dished up my eggs and set them in front of me.

I gave him a hug and a kiss too before diving into my eggs.

Suddenly, dad set a little bottle down next to my plate.

I sighed and said, "Dad, I'm telling you, there has to be something wrong with these 5-hour Energy Drinks. Why am I still drinking them?"

"Because you refuse to go to bed early and this is the alternative."

"Dad, it's not my choice. I just can't seem to fall asleep earlier than 2 a.m."

Marvin looked at me and asked, "You mean you're having trouble falling asleep?"

"Yeah, something like that."

My dads exchanged knowing looks, as they had every time we got on this type of subject since I was 6. I always used to ask them what they knew that I didn't, but they'd never give me a straight answer so, eventually, I gave up.

I was about to fall asleep in my eggs so I gave in and gulped down the 5-hour Energy.

My dad started cooking for himself and asked, "You have to work tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Be sure you get your homework done before you have to go."

"I will."

I finished my eggs and put my plate in the dish washer.

I started walking back up to my room.

I looked back and saw my dads give each other some hugs and kisses.

I smiled, happy that they were happy.

This was my life. And it was pretty good.

Then, things changed.