A/N So are we nervous about this? Is violence going to make an appearance? You won't know until you read… ;) have fun

Flashback

I own nothing

I kept my breathing even as I walked towards our car, trying to remain relaxed. I tried my hardest to ignore the memories that came flooding back as Karla's text rang in my head.

"Well little sister we need to talk," Karla growled as she hovered above me, her heels making her taller than me.

I winced, "Karla, what's wrong now?" I complained.

She was always finding reasons to yell at me. Never nice words… just shouted insults every time she wanted to 'talk'

"Erin told me that you were wearing my Guardian Angel earrings yesterday," she said smugly, "and that you were the one telling people I was cheating on Sam!" the last part was a yell as her anger took over.

I sighed, "Let me repeat this Karla, I haven't seen your stupid earrings and who the hell is Sam?!" I yelled back.

"Girls," my mum said tiredly from the stove, where she was cooking.

I snapped out of my thoughts as my car door was now within reach. I sighed as I climbed into the passenger seat, passing Karla the keys silently.

She snatched them out of my hand before violently stabbing them into the ignition and starting the car. We reversed dangerously out of Emily's driveway before we were off, and I was left to my thoughts once again.

We both ignored our mother as we started hurling insults at each other, like any other day.

"Oh yes, I'm the secretive one" I shouted as Karla started rambling about how I was always locked in my room.

"You're always locked up there! What are you doing?" she said taking a threatening step forwards.

I took one towards her as well, my eyes narrowing at her in anger, "Schoolwork, because I don't want to be like my sister when I'm older," I screamed.

"Oh yeah? And what am I?" she said back.

"A Failure!"

I was jolted out of my thoughts when Karla slammed her car door loudly, storming up to the house. I followed her slowly, quietly shutting the door behind me, and shuffling up to the house.

I was not going to enjoy this.

I walked in the front door, slowly looking over to the oven, seeing Karla standing in front of it as she checked her phone…

"Girls please, not so loud," my mum whispered as we kept at each other's throat.

"Failure? Oh that's rich from someone who's always alone," she screeched back.

"Girls…" my mum continued.

I turned my back on her as she continued spooning the thick soup we were having for dinner into a large bowl.

"Alone? Alone? At least I can keep a relationship for more than five minutes," I retorted.

Karla's eyes narrowed as my mother made a choked noise from behind us. We both ignored her and I opened my mouth to answer but I felt my back burning and heard the bowl cluttering to the floor. I screamed clutching it as I turned and watched my mother tumble the rest of the way to the floor.

"You need to listen here, Drew," Karla shrieked.

I snapped my head towards her, she looked angry; she must have been talking to me for a while.

"What?" I snapped.

"I have had it with you," she hissed, "I don't know why Mum never kicked you out, but I want you to know, insult, or even anger me in the future and you'll be living on the streets," she said with a smirk.

"This is my house remember?" I said smugly.

"Not for long," she sang.

I frowned, "even if you do manage to kick me out I'm sure Paul or Emily would happily let me live with them," I said with a smug smirk.

She looked livid, "why would anyone want that?" she inquired, cocking her head mockingly.

"Because," I said lowly, "people like me," I said in a condescending manner before storming passed her and up to my room.

I slammed the door, ripping off my shoes and collapsing on my bed. I looked down at my hand when I felt my phone vibrating. I frowned but opened the message.

'Hey everything good?'

I frowned as I looked at the message from the unknown number. 'I'm sorry, who this?' I replied before leaning back onto my bed.

I sighed and placed the phone on my flat stomach as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, images flooding back into my head.

"Mum… MUM!" I screamed as she lay on the ground unmoving.

"Karla call 911," I yelled as I rolled my mother out of the spilt soup on the ground.

I could feel my back burning as I crouched and I reached a hand timidly behind me. I pulled my hand back and saw was it burnt, covered in the hot water that was in the soup. I winced as the burning became more prominent. I had to hold in the scream threatening to rip its way from my throat.

I heard Sirens and Karla came back in, pulling me away from Mum before taking my place. I walked towards the floor length mirror Mum had placed in the hallway to make it look bigger. I slowly turned looking at my back, my eyes widened as tears spilt over…

I was shocked again as my phone vibrated making me jump sky-high. I looked down and picked up the phone slowly, checking the message.

'Sorry :L its Emily, stole your phone when you were running from Paul ;)'

I couldn't hold back the chuckle at that and after saving Emily under my contacts I replied to her text, 'how the hell… lol never mind,'

I thought back to the memories that had been swarming my mind in the previous hour. I didn't want to go back into it, the pain was still raw. I rolled over to my side and gingerly placed my hand on the faint burns on my back.

I could remember how shocked everyone had been when my scars healed so well. Normally bad burns never healed, but after a few—painful—experimental procedures, they had faded slightly. You could still see them and I hated them with a passion. They started above my hip and at one point the splash mark almost reaches the back of my neck.

I shuddered as I sat up in my bed standing up and walking over to my vanity mirror. I sighed, gently lifting up my shirt, leaving me in nothing but a bra and my tights. I turned and looked at the peachy coloured burns on my back. They were better than the last time I finally had the guts to look at them.

I swallowed the lump in my throat before reaching down and opening a small delicate draw on my vanity. I reached in and pulled out the silver locket, admiring it. I would have to give it back to Jake.

My phone went off again and I put the necklace back in the draw before walking over and picking up my phone lazily. I tapped my long nails against the screen as I waited for it to load; 'need to be more observant dear ;) anyway you good?'

Pfft, I do not need to be more observant. I scoffed as I typed out a reply; 'yes, all is well'. I looked at the message before sending it, I sound like an old woman saying that… all is well!

I absently ran my finger over the burn that slightly curled around my hip, making it itch. I rubbed it quickly before taking off my tights and curling up under my blanket. All of a sudden my phone went off more than once. I looked down at it in confusion before opening the 4 texts from an unknown number.

'Hey guess what?'

'Do you know who I am?'

'I got your number XD'

'…It's Seth…'

I chuckled at the multiple texts before saving him under my contacts and answering, 'do I even want to know how you got my number?' I said back before snuggling my face into my pillow further.

I wouldn't be surprised if by the morning, I had had texts from everyone… if I managed to stay up that long; I was dead on my feet. Well technically I'm lying down so dead in my nice warm snuggly bed… completely different.

But maybe just a few minutes…

Loud banging sounded on my door, "Drew? Drew? Uncle Ricks on the phone for you,"

I sighed, or maybe not.

Okay this chapter kinda sucked didn't it?