Full summary:

A girl gets dragged to a jewelry party by her mother, who constantly ignores her, and abusive older sister. There, the only thing that gains her interest is a mysterious ring.

Hardly a day later, strange things have started to happen and it goes from bad to worse. The mother being killed in a car accident while driving the sisters home; the older sister ending up in the hospital; and the youngest sister is left home alone.

After being afraid of the dark for all of her life, she's scared to stay by herself; so she uses money she's been saving up to buy a ticket to Japan to stay with a very close friend she's had since the penpal program three years ago.

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Chapter 2: The Secret of the Ring

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I am currently curled up in my hammock bed, eyes squeezed tight and gripping my blanket around me like it was about to disappear in smoke. Even though my shades were open and the bright lights from the headlights of passing cars driving by, hit the window literally every few seconds; I still shivered in fright. The dark was never my friend, all because of what usually came with it every night. I used to love the dark as a very young child, because I could always hide in it; but now, it was often used against me as a dark veil to make my constant abuser invisible to my eyes. Its name was that of the pink and white dressed slut that I was slapped by earlier this evening. Granted, I could sense her aura, but it didn't prepare me for whatever beating she had in mind every time she sneaks into my room.

Tonight was no exception, I was kicked in the side I don't know how many times; my head pounded from the blows with a mallet; and I could still taste coppery blood in my mouth from biting my tongue to keep from screaming. It only got worse when I screamed, even a slight whimper made the beatings worse.

Then I finally couldn't take it anymore, I sat up, threw my blanket off, and closed my eyes before slowly standing out of my bed and slowly walking towards the opposite side of the room. I finally felt the light switch, which is next to my door, and switched it on. Taking a moment to open and adjust my eyes, I made my way to the mirror which was about half the size of a piece of computer paper and sat on my dresser, I picked it up and stared down at it curiously. It never stopped amazing me that my irises were this color. To specify, they are liquid silver with a few black and dark grey streaks in the irises. It often scared people and they would call me a freak; or a reincarnation of the devil as my mom has put it; but it was still intriguing to me. There is no way that this is a normal color. I wonder if it's a birth defect or something? I doubt it, cause everything in me still works perfectly fine, or at least as far as I know.

A sudden rumbling sound caught my attention, it was deep and gravely sounding; I turned but saw nothing but my bed, window, and my backpack in the corner of the room. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, what the hell? But then I heard it again, louder this time, and like the sound of a giant semi engine. Then something crossed my mind, that wasn't an engine, something or someone was growling; like a vicious wolf, a male one, but it was deeper and sounded more savage. I frantically looked around me, there was no place that the sound could of come from. The growling stopped suddenly, and instead I heard something shocking.

It was a voice.

"Onna… quit doing that, you are giving me a headache."

My eyes widened, what the?! The voice was definitely masculine, impossible to miss, was very gravely, dark, and had an evil undertone, but something about it seemed… soothing…

"Onna! Stop it and calm down!" the voice demanded. Anger easily detectable and the evil sense got stronger.

I swallowed as I looked around again, trying to see where he was. Taking a reassuring breath, I opened my mouth to say in a slightly shaking voice, "W-who are you? And more importantly, where are you?"

I heard the voice give a frustrated sigh, "I am right here."

"Where?"

"Inside you." What? How the hell could this guy be—?

"Go to a mirror. You will see."

I slowly nodded and ignored the small one on my dresser as I opened the door, checked to see if mom or Heather was up, then quickly and quietly dash to the bathroom three doors down from mine.

It's technically a shared bathroom between me and my sister; because mom has her own; but Heather has long since claimed it as hers. And I'll tell you right now, her favorite color is hot pink. So I'm sure you can guess the color of almost everything in here. Exceptions were the solid white tile floor, the light cream porcelain sink, bathtub and toilet, and the light grey edge trim of the full face mirror above the sink. This mirror is about a foot and a half tall and about two feet wide and is decorated with stickers, small pictures of guys Heather thought were attractive, and several lip stick smears here and there for some reason. I don't even bother trying to figure her out; I gave that up years ago.

Looking up into the reflective glass, I saw something I DEFINITELY, never in a million years, expected. I saw a man, or a boy I should say, that appeared to be 18-years-old with crimson red hair that does spike quite a bit and comes halfway down his neck and layers gracefully; tan skin and had a VERY appealing and hard to miss muscular build. He stood there, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and held a deep scowl on his face. But then his eyes flickered open and I stumbled back until my back hit the wall. Ok, what the HELL is going on?! I steadied myself and looked back up at the glass, I simply saw myself again. My eyebrows furrowed deeply, what the heck was that all about?

I quickly shook the thought from my head and massaged my temples with one hand, I must be dreaming. There is no way I could of ever seen that, and definitely not with those eyes. I turned on the faucet and splashed some cool water on my face before dapping it dry and heading back to my room, my lack of sleep must be getting to me. Yeah, that was probably it. I closed my door, climbed back into bed and wrapped my blanket around me before closing my eyes. I did close my shades on my window so my bedroom light wouldn't bug the neighbors.

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I slouched into my seat as I pushed my sunglasses up more to make sure my eyes weren't exposed. School had been going by rather slow today, I got a weird feeling about that something was going to happen; I'm not sure what, but I believed that something was going to happen today! A boy with short, messy dark brown hair, dark green eyes and peach colored skin turned to look back at me; he stands 5`9 and has a pretty lanky build. His name's Joshua McDales, he's a classical nerd kid, thick glasses, dress style and all. He's really one of the only people that will actually talk with me; all the others try to bully and harass me; none have really worked so far, except my sister of course, but she doesn't have this class. Whenever this class, Foreign History, has a project assigned to partners, we always pair up; cause the rest of the class are jocks, cheerleaders and other fucking preppy social climbers. The two of us started on a strict acquaintances relationship, not friends, yet not enemies, but that was good enough.

He gave me a small smile and a semi wave back to me, I returned it with my own; yeah, we started to become more friends as of late. He knows what it's like to get picked on and harassed, then ignored by teachers and other officials, so that helped the relationship develop quite a bit. Since there were only a few minutes of school left for the day, Joshua packed up his books and moved back to the empty desk next to me; the jock that usually sits there is up front talking with some others about football or something. He's fairly intelligent and shows it quite often, it's just that rude remarks and the barking attitudes of the other, idiotic students shoot down his self-esteem every time; I tend to snap back and stand up for the guy. Guess you could say that he's the brains while I'm the brawns, but he's got some muscle to him, you just can't tell under the dress shirts and square pants he wears and I'm pretty smart as well. I do score an A in all of my classes.

He fiddled with his sleeve as he tried to say something, but it was hard to understand so I kept asking him to repeat what he said. He finally said clearly enough,

"T-Torri, I t-think I-I… li—" the school bell cut him off and everyone started barreling out of the classroom. I sighed and turned back to him after I picked my bag off the floor.

"Do you think you could tell me tomorrow, Joshua? I gotta be out front so I can get a ride home this time."

He nodded rapidly and I said goodbye as I speed walked out the door. Mom and Heather actually have ditched me on several occasions after school, so I just had to be quick to be out front to jump in the car before Heather made it there first. I made it to my locker to get rid of my text books, grab my jacket, and nearly sprint to the front main doors. I easily spotted the midnight blue minivan with mom sitting in the driver's seat, tapping her fingers against the wheel and Heather making her way towards it with her; I shivered at the thought; boyfriend.

His name is Marcus Riley. He stands 6`1 with short and spiky pitch black hair and clear blue eyes, peach skin with a slight tan, well scalped build and was a real heartthrob. The school's top heartthrob to be specific. He's been going out with my sister for three months now, and I've been confused the entire time about what he sees in her. He's one of the only people I pay attention to because well; slight heat rushed to my cheeks thinking about it. Okay, I'll admit it, I have a slight crush on the guy. Mostly cause he's smart, athletic, friendly with just about everyone, and he actually did help me when I fell off the high bleachers last year, my freshman year. He had thankfully been standing right next to the bleachers with the other football players, to be introduced to us freshman, when I fell (more like was shoved) off the highest part of the bleachers. The guy heard me yell and a few other guys had spotted me falling off, and Marcus had caught me. The coach told him to take me to the office, and despite my protests, he did. He sat with me the rest of the time while I held an ice pack to my shin, which had been bruised at the time. Who wouldn't find that sweet of the guy?

I saw as he pecked my sister on the cheek, which she giggled at, and turned to walk to the football field for practice as Heather started towards the car. Snapping out of my daze, I sprinted to the car, nearly jumping in just in time and ducking into the furthest back seat. I heard Heather curse about me actually making it to the car, it's not like I had anything better to do after school anyway. Mom started the car and pulled out of the school, turning on some music to probably keep my sister entertained as she babbled on about her day, about who's dating who, who broke up, who got caught doing something and other shit like that. I merely ignored her as I always have and slouched into my seat as I fiddled with my ring, my mind drifting off elsewhere.

-fast forward to twenty minutes later-

I was not prepared for this. Someone just t-boned the car, driver's side door, and sent us crashing into a telephone pole. My head got banged against the window, I heard Heather scream in the front seat, a small explosion, several vehicles stopping and people yelling something, but I couldn't make out the words. My vision was blurry and I felt something warm and sticky running down the side of my face. I heard a crackling, like fire, all around and I could tell I was cut up on the legs from broken glass of the opposite window. My left hand burned momentarily before stopping suddenly. Then I felt a large hand shaking my shoulder, a deep and familiar voice shouting at me, but I just couldn't tell. I heard wood snapping right outside the car and heard someone shout that something was falling. I closed my eyes, waiting for whatever it was to come crashing down and possibly crush me.

But it never came…

I, instead, heard a loud grunt and felt hot breath on my face. I slowly cracked my eyes open, my sunglasses had been thrown off without me noticing, and I stared back into irises that blazed in fury and annoyance. Ones that belonged to an 8`2 guy that didn't look a day over 18, crimson hair that fell wildly around his face, but it looked to only be neck-length, tan skin that upon closer examination had small scars marring it, and a muscular build that was impossible to miss under the skin tight black tanktop and matching jeans. The irises were what shocked me the most, they were the same ones I had seen the night before in the mirror, the ones I thought had only been a dream.

My liquid silver irises widened as they clashed with his. They were the darkest crimson eyes that held different, elegant shades throughout their depths; they varied from dark red to a lust red throughout the irises in clashing, but beautiful streaks.

I don't know how he got there but I looked up past him to see the roof of the minivan was caved in and he seemed to be the only thing holding it up. He looked fine, hell he looked like he did this on a normal basis! I say that because of the bored expression he wore as he moved out from under the caved in part of the roof, inched closer towards the side door, and kicked it clear off! My eyes widened even more, that is not normal! He climbed out of the car, and I thought he was just going to walk away, when I then heard the window shatter above my head, I clenched my eyes shut and put my arms over my eyes on instinct. But then I felt those large, strong hands from moments ago, pick me up and lift me out the window.

I waited to open my eyes until the ringing stopped and I then realized that I was being held against a muscular chest and it left like the person was walking away from the scene. I opened my eyes to see that the man holding me bride-style was the one with the red hair and the matching eyes, I squirmed a little and I heard him bark something at me but I didn't stop trying to get out of his grasp. I don't like being manhandled, it made me feel weak and useless, and I hated that. But my body suddenly stopped when I felt something sharp pierce my neck. It felt like someone stuck two blood needles right in the side of my neck; I froze stiff, it didn't hurt really, it was just surprising was all and it seemed to clear my hearing for a moment because I heard the deep voice from last night laced with black velvet magic. It muttered only one word in my mind.

"Sleep."

And just like that, I blacked out.

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