Sonya Daughter of Darkness
Chapter 1
Sonya
You know that girl everyone thinks is a freak? She has long black hair, black nail polish, heavy eye-make-up, and she keeps to herself? The girl who doesn't really have any friends, save those in her books? The girl who sits in the back of class with her head down? I'm that girl, but without the heavy eye-make-up. My name is Sonya Rivers. I am 19 years old and am the freak of the town. I can sing, I can draw and I can fight better then any girl or boy in the whole town. I do mixed martial arts, archery, and sword fighting. And I have a silver pistol that I know how to use very well. To make things worse for me, I'm a witch. I'm actually working on a spell to take me to a place where I will be accepted.
My parents died when I was 10 and so I was taken in by my aunt and uncle. They had no kids and they didn't want them. They hated me and only took me in as a favor to my parents. They had got them out of a few, forgive me, thousands of bad spots with cops, dealers and that sort. I never touched drugs or alcohol. Even so I was always getting into trouble because of what I looked like. I didn't care anymore.
"Girl! Get down here!"
I groaned. I stood up and walked downstairs.
"What?"
"Don't you go taking a tone with me! You're damn lucky my wife and I took you in."
I sighed.
"You've got covering up to do."
"What?!"
"YOu heard!"
"NO! I won't get involved with your shit!"
He slapped me.
"You'll do as you're told!" He spat.
"I'm 19! I don't HAVE to listen to you!"
Punch. I spit blood out of my mouth.
"You ungrateful girl!"
"My name is Sonya!"
He moved to hit me but I stood up and ran to my room. He chased after me and I got my gun. I aimed it at him.
"Where the hell did you get a gun!?"
"When I was 18! Don't think I won't shoot you! And I'll get away with it too! You hit me and this is called self defense you jackass! I have a license and everything! And you know what! I'm leaving!"
With the gun still held at his head I packed my things in my black leather knapsack. Cloths, ammunition, my book of shadows, a few magical items, my sketchbook, throwing knives, and feminine items. I took my guitar as well. It was electric and I paid good money for it. I walked down the stairs and to the front door.
"You walk out that door and you can't ever come back!"
I looked at him.
"Oh trust me! I don't plan on coming back!"
I walked out the door and slammed it shut. I was on my own.
So this has been floating around in my mind for the past few days. I thought I would try it!