OKAY I KNOW I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T BEEN POSTING. SOMEONE CALL MY SCHOOL TO STOP THEM GIVING OUT EXAMS AND HOMEWORK!
HERE WE GO NOW I'M SORRY!
I saw Aunt Rosa and she was yelling the same thing over and over again.
"You're the biggest disgrace to our family, Leo Valdez. You killed my sister! And almost your own sister! How much of a diablo are you, doing these things to them? You are a child of the Devil! I don't want to have any relations to you, you monster!"
Then to the officers, "Take him, that, that thing, away from me and my family!"
I barely saw the crying face of my loving abuela looking away from me. But I don't know the tears are for me, or because of my mother. Or misjudging what am I. I'm no longer her grandson. I'm a nobody to her. My kind grandmother is turning me away.
I screamed, telling them at least take in Leonie, sweet Leonie. Please, please take her in. She has done nothing wrong.
Aunt Rosa's face morphed into something gruesome and snarled, "With the likes of you I swear she's also one of you demons, get lost!"
I jolted back to the present.
I bit my lip, telling myself that wasn't true, as I don't have a family any more. How can I be a disgrace to a family when I don't have one? Why would this haunt me, when I have no relatives anymore.
I need to push my feelings away. Emotions are redundant. They are not needed. Emotions are a distraction. Soldiers kill without any emotion. They have to do that to keep on going. I will do that to keep on going.
I rubbed sleep out of my eyes, and felt as death was looming over me. I walked out of my treehouse, breathing in the morning air. The air was chillingly cold, but literally having fire in your veins keeps you warmer than a normal person. I could walk out there in the misty winter air in a t-shirt and jeans and enjoy it. The crisp wind and snowflakes blocked the town from looking into the woods, and provided the rumors I spread beforehand about a monster, nobody was looking for me. I frowned. Well, to be honest, there is a monster. Me. I shivered involuntarily, reminding myself of the good ol' times. The small fireplace in the wall, the way Mom smiled, then Leonie's laughs, and me grinning. I could feel the corners of my lips curving into a smile, but quickly flipped. How long have I not laughed in a natural way that's not forced? How long was it since I even smiled? It's my own fault of not controlling myself, it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. I can't protect anyone. Fire can only destroy. More and more ashes. A fiery pit of hell. Looking at my flaming hands.
I shook myself from the hallucination. It's not true.
The bad part of my brain said, Well, we never know the future do we?
I shook my head, not answering.
It kept taunting me, so I went to the nearby lake I found, so I can practice controlling the fire, at least I can try not to make so much damage... I forcefully bit my tongue, no emotions. None. I felt a small stab of pain and a metallic taste in my mouth.
I made my fingers into a gun shape, with my index finger and thumb sticking up, and whispered, bang. And jolted my hand backward. A small, bright bolt of flame shot out of my index finger, hitting the water at the base of the frozen plant I was aiming. I concentrated, and a small flame appeared, on that exact spot. I willed it to get hotter, brighter. The flame turned blue and I focused. More, I said, inside my head. As the flame turned greenish, it become bigger, and the ice on the plant was dripping off the plant so quickly it looked like miniature rain. Black spots danced in my eyes and I fainted.
When I regained consciousness, it was dusk and I fell back onto the frozen ground. It steamed and I bit my lip. A small glint caught my eye. I turned, anxious, and found two tiny rings on the floor. Curiosity winning, I picked them up. Instantly I understood its mechanisms. I slipped them on my pinkies, and they fit so nicely they feel like they're made just for me. They felt like a gift. From heaven. Then I reminded myself heaven probably hates me. Heaven loving a young mass murderer? Pfffft. Ridiculous. I pressed the small gem in the center. I suddenly feel like I should visualize a weapon, so I thought of a katana. Mom. Less than a second, the weapon is in my hands. I smiled, my face twitching into a smile, for how long was it since I made that expression. I ran my fingers along the blade, feeling. It gleamed in the moonlight. Silver. But this feels different. A bit heavier, and... Glowed? The metal glowed. It wasn't a harsh glow. It was warm and cold glow at the same time.
I huffed, deeming these rings as mine, and began the trek back to the upgraded tree house. I've been living in there, so why not?
I was tired. But I wasn't eager for sleep.
I was questioning myself. I thought of Leonie. I remember her smile. Its unfair for her to have a brother like me, always running from problems and left her. She'll probably hate me. But it's better, right? No people to get attached to. No people you care would get hurt. No people whispering behind your back. I like being alone. But when I see a kid with their moms, or a couple at a cafe, I get sad. Although I like being alone, I don't fancy being loney.
Suddenly, I sensed the air behind me move. I pushed the thought away, it's probably an animal walking around. Three minutes later, that thing was still behind me. Getting a bit frustrated and panicked, I turned, and barely held in a scream.
I'm sorry 'bout the cliffy. I'm actually really sorry. have a cookie in return. I'm so sorry QWQ (::)
