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Chapter 1: The beggining of something new

Blood; it's everywhere. It consumes my every thought. What happened? I vaguely heard the EMT's saying that I needed to go to the hospital. I just kept staring at the scene before me. I let them carry me out of my once happy home and the man carrying me tried to shield my eyes. He had no such luck as I silently watched a police officer zip up the body bags of my once loving- and alive- family.

A week; it's been a week since I've been at the hospital and I haven't spoken since that horrific night. The doctor told me that from the knife wounds on my face that I would have scars on my face forever. I would also have the burns on my back too. Doctor Macie said that I can possibly try and cover the scars but only one that would be impossible would be the one that starts at my hairline and goes all the way down to the fingertips on my left hand. I was pulled into an unforgettable memory on how I got it.

*** START FLASHBACK!***

I was walking down the street hand in hand with my long time boyfriend Scott. It was our two year anniversery and he took me to a resturant and after took me to our special park. Scott was nervous all night about something. He kept patting his pocket like it was about to set on fire. I was about to ask him what was wrong but we stopped infront of my house. I saw my Papa in the doorway looking drunk as ever and really mad; oh this is bad! I quickly said kissed Scott on the cheek and said goodnight. i practically ran up our walkway. I quickly looked over my shoulder to see if Scott was there, sadly all I saw was his retreating form in the distance. I turned toward my father and the phrase 'If looks could kill' ran through my head as he looked at me in rage.

"Nicole you know better than to sty out this late. I guess I am going to have to punish you." He said menacingly while dragging me by my hair to the kitchen. I knew by now not to scream or else my 'punishment' will be much worse than it originally be. Suddenly I was pushed out of my thoughts as my father pushed me onto the kitchen floor. I heard cabinets open and shut as he was searching for something. I heard the rummaging suddenly stop so I figured he found what he was looking for. His grunt of happiness sent shivers down my spine. Threw the moonlight I saw him with the lighter and a sharp looking knife. He flipped me on my back and he ripped my shirt open. I felt the light breeze against my Native American skin. I heard him flick the lighter on and he began to burn words into my skin on my back. After he was done burning me, he roughly flipped me back on my back and I squeaked as the newly burned skin smacked against the cold floor. Papa made a tsking sound and put the knife on my forehead and slowly slid down. I kept holding my screams back, thankfully I was consumed by darkness shortly after that.

*** END FLASHBACK***

I was shaken out of that horrific memory by the Doctor saying something about my older brother being here. I just blankly stared at the door as a very tall muscular man came in with a really pretty petite girl trailing behind him. The man had my guitar case in his hands and I instantly reached for it.

"Wow kiddo, I see where I stand. I guess your older brother doesn't matter anymore." I gasped in suprise as I reconized his voice.

CLIFFY! Haha so this is my second fanfiction of ALL TIME and I would really appreciate feedbacl :) kay thankss!

-Country-lover5