A/N: Italics are thoughts and important stuff. Bold is really important stuff/ yelling. Underlined stuff is only in letters and stuff like that.
"But there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew. And all the thing you'd say they were never true, never true." Today's just a normal Saturday in February for me, doing nothing except singing, playing video games, you know the usual. "But I set fire to the rain. Watched it pour as I touch your fa– MY HAIR!"
My hair is pretty much normal except for the fact that the tips are freaking WHITE! Normal for my hair color is a really dark brown, so white definitely stands out. I pull on my hair to make sure it's real. White tips. My hair has white tips. Please be a dream, please be a bad dream. Daddy's gonna KILL me! That's it, I'm screwed!
I crack open the door to my room a tiny bit. My dad's not in his usual spot, the computer in the living room. I listen carefully. No washing machine or drier going and I don't hear the TV in his room either. Come to think of it, I don't hear Mommy's TV either.
Just then, the doorbell rings. Nobody's here so I have to answer it. "Hello," I say as I open the door, "my parents aren't here so you'll have to come back later."
"You're one of them," the stranger, a blonde lady wearing this black and white dress, practically hisses at me, "come with me."
"Wha– ?" She aims a spray can at me and this black cloud of stuffcomes out, making me lose consciousness…
