Authors Note: Hi everyone, this is my first story and I wanted to see if I was any good at writing….. This chapter is kind of short. I'll try to make the other ones longer. I will try to post a new chapter once a week or more!
Just to warn you, this story doesn't have Chloe in it. It will have Simon, Derek, and some of the other characters though! The story is based on my own character.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with the Darkest Powers trilogy.
~Chapter one~
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Life sucks when you are stuck in a "special home" for "troubled teens". I was not a troubled teen! I felt the scars on my leg, or maybe I was. ….
Yes those scars were self inflicted; I couldn't take hearing everyone talk about me whenever I would walk by. I remember the first time I had done it.
A person was was walking toward me, a friend. It was the end of the school day and I was getting stuff out of my locker. "Hey, I kind of needed to talk to you about something." She said rubbing the back of her neck. I already knew what she was going to talk to me about, how? Simple, I read her mind as soon as I saw her coming. I knew stuff about people they probably wouldn't want me to know. She was going to ditch me for the popular kids, they liked her, hated me. I didn't know why they would always try to ruin my life. She tried her hardest to plaster on a sympathetic face, before she said anything else I said, "Go ahead, I really couldn't care less if you ditch me for those bitches. I'll be fine. Remember I'm leaving tomorrow anyway. I don't care if you are my friend anymore. Goodbye." Then I just walked away. I didn't mean to be so harsh, I kind of felt bad for her, but the feelings of empathy were soon washed out by my feelings of betrayal, anger, and sadness. She looked as if she was going to cry .Then, I heard her thinking deep down 'YES, I'm free and I didn't have to say anything to her at all!' I can only 'hear' people's thoughts when I am focused on them.
My burst of mixed feelings were gone, but the sadness stayed. Everything was a blur, I couldn't see through my tears. I ran home and went straight to the restroom in my house. I looked at my tear streaked face. Then I saw some light reflecting off of something. I looked toward it and then wish I hadn't. It was a razor.
I had never cut myself at all before this, but I felt there was nothing else in the world that would make me feel better. I picked it up off the shelf, my blood drummed in my veins pleading to be let out. I gave in.
I sliced the smooth, silky skin of my thigh. I a calming sensation spread through me. The blood dripped down my leg onto the tiled flooring. After the feeling was gone I looked at my leg. It was gushing blood, I knew I should have been worried, but I wasn't. I just covered it up and bandaged it, there was always a first-aid kit in the bathroom for some reason. I didn't regret cutting myself, right now I saw nothing wrong with it. I didn't know what I was thinking. Correction, I wasn't thinking.
Something in me snapped after that day, I got addicted to cutting and acted cold to anyone who tried to talk to me. I forgot to lock the door one day and the maid walked in thinking no one was there because the lights were off. When she flipped the light on and saw me she just stared and walked out. I thought that was the end of that and she wouldn't tell on me.
When my father got home he called me to his room, said he talked to my Uncle Marcel about it and said that there was somewhere I could go to help me. I tried to reason with him, I think that was the most I have talked in months, but his mind was made up.
That is how I ended up here in Lyle House. They diagnosed me with Schizoid personality disorder because I refused to talk to them and acted depressed. They tried to shove meds down my throat I put them in my mouth, but spit them out when ever my next chance was. There were only three other 'troubled teens' in there with me. Peter Ricci, Mila Andrews and Amber Long, I was the youngest out of all of them being only 14. Peter and Mila were the most cooperative ones, Amber and I were different. Even though Amber was about 3 years older than me she threw temper tantrums like a 6 year old all the time. It's like when she started she couldn't stop. It wasn't voluntary, I could tell. It happened at the most random times and she didn't seem like the good mannered girl I knew anymore. She was something different. One month was all it took for them to transfer her out of there.
I focused on one of the nurses minds as we ate breakfast one morning. 'That poor girl, I pray for her soul that it may rest in peace.' That's all I needed to hear to figure out what they had happened to her. I considered her a friend, though I never told her how I had gotten into the Lyle house. I excused myself from the table and went to the bathroom and cut myself. They thought I had stopped after the first week I had spent there, but like I said, I was addicted to it. Addicted to it like someone who had been smoking their cigarettes for decades. Sometimes I didn't even have a reason for it. ……… Peter and Mila were let out of this place about a week after I came. The next victims the Lyle house lured in were Brady Hirsch, Elizabeth Delaney, Rachelle Roger and Victoria Earnright. Then a few more Derek and Simon, they were foster brothers. They didn't have any real reason for being in the Lyle house. Derek I guessed had something like me, he just wanted to be left alone and not talk to anyone, except Simon of course.
….My first impressions about the others….
Brady: I didn't really have an opinion for him.
Elizabeth: Seemed like a nice person. Rachelle: (my room mate) She didn't try to make conversation with me after she figured out I wasn't going to answer her at all.
Victoria: She just wanted to make her mom proud of her. I tried to veer away from her when I found out she could be a bit evil.
Simon: As soon as Tori / Victoria saw him I 'heard' her call dibbs in her head… She could have him I wasn't interested even though he was nice, charming, and kind of cute.
Derek: I think he might not be the most social person in the world, but I didn't mind
Authors Note: Thanks for reading! I'll try to write the next chapter soon! Sorry for all of the mistakes! I got some of the characters from The Awakening when Chloe found the list of the 'subjects' on the computer in Dr. Davidoff's office. Uncle Marcel is Dr. Davidoff and Nicole's father are brothers. Sorry just needed to clear things up. I might keep on fixing this chapter as I read it and find mistakes. Like I said I will update soon, but school gets really busy toward the end of the year as most know!
