Author: Hey guys! Sorry it took me a while to type this up :P things haven't been going very well for me lately... kinda depressing actually, well except on Halloween xD
Anyways enough with this complaining... enjoy! Oh and remember full on Italics means flash back 7 ("Italics") mean diff language :)
To other humans, their facial features would be considered hideous, but no… they're interesting, so fascinating. The only human like feature, besides the body, they have are the eyes. Just like humans. Windows to the soul, his eyes were clear and curious; an earthy green. Dark rimmed edges until it reached towards the pupil where it turned into hazel brown, bits of blues and yellows were there too. Warm like Sebastian…
"No sorella, you sound the H as a J or K." Seba said as he sat crossed legged on the edge of his bunk.
"Ugh… it so confusing! Why is it so hard?" I asked munching at some chips.
"It's an old new language." He replied stealing my chips.
"Hey! Those are mine, meanie!" I shouted.
I wonder how long it'll take for the pain to dull, I really liked Sebastian. He was another Kyle for me, another chance for me. And just like Kyle, he was taken away from me.
"No! I need him!" I shouted at Scar as he pointed that blasting gun at Sebas' head.
They were aliens, worldly beings who knew more than humans did… surely they could get that vile beast out of my brother, right?
"Sorella, please… it hurts, ugh." Sebastian cried, his pain vibrating throughout my whole body.
"It's okay fratello, I'll get you free." I cried.
God, please if you're truly there, give me strength… please!
"Ti amo sorella mia." He said a weak smile present on his pained face, oh God.
"Ti amo fratello mio." I replied… kill me now.
My own hands. I had used my own hands to take his life… I killed my brother to set him free from the pain he had. I killed a piece of me. I'm already half died; will these guys kill me once they find that they don't want me? Will they be like my demonic parents?
Why did my parents start abusing me? They had been loving parents before…
"Naamah, my little desert angel, daddy's home!" a soft masculine voice rang from downstairs.
From my princess sized bed I jumped up and ran out to greet my dad. He had been gone for almost three weeks; away on business is what mom had told me.
"Hi daddy! Did you have lots of fun?" a six years old me asked.
"As much fun as a business trip could offer sweet pea." He said as he picked me up.
"I missed you daddy." I said pouting.
"Awe, I'm sorry hon, I missed you too." Dad replied, "Oh hey, I got a surprise for you!"
"Really!?" I asked cheerfully.
"You betcha! And here it is!"
From behind the sofa dad pulled a big white teddy bear, I had wanted one last Christmas, but I knew it was too expensive so I didn't ask him to get it for me. Instead I asked him if he could make some fluffy angel cake.
"Daddy!" I shouted in excitement at the sight of the big bear.
"I thought you might like it." he said happily watching me hug my new favorite stuffed animal.
He was so sweet before, always tucking me in at night and calling to say goodnight if he was away on trips.
"Daddy, there's a monster under my bed…" I whimpered over the house phone in my room.
"Okay honey, put the phone near the bottom." he said.
"B-but what if it gets me?" I asked scared.
"Don't worry honey; Buddy will take care of you, now you just put the phone near the bottom."
I did what dad told me and hugged Buddy my white bear as I heard dad.
"Now you listen up, you nasty ol' monster! You leave my desert angel alone or you're gonna deal with me, got it." he commanded in a low sharp voice.
I giggled as he purposely made his voice deeper.
"Good, now get outta my daughter's room and don't even think of coming back… or else." Daddy said menacingly.
"Yay! Go daddy!" I shout as I get the phone back.
"There you go honey, no more mean monster to bother you." He says softly.
"Thank you daddy, I love you." I said tiredly.
"I love you too munchkin... now off to bed with you."
"Yes daddy, good morning." I said.
He chuckles over the phone in England.
"Good night sweet pea." He replies.
Dad had been so kind and loving towards me, I don't understand how he turned from that to the monster under my bed. And mom… mom had been the perfect mother in American standards, loving and caring, a woman that made time for her family.
"Naamah, it's time for school!" Mom shouted from downstairs.
"Coming mama!" I replied rushing down stairs.
It was my first day of fifth grade, and I was determined to get flying colors all year.
"Do you have everything honeybun?" she asked as she fixed my hair and shirt.
"Yes mama, I have my books and pencils." I said.
"Good. Now here's your lunch, I made you a PB & J sandwich." Mom informed me.
"Yay! Thanks mom, you're the bestiest mom in the whole world!" I said.
She always made time to make me lunch, and sometimes breakfast if I woke up early enough. Mom would always cook food at home, no matter how tired she may have been. Though dad insisted that she rested and he cook mom would always shake her head.
"Richard if you were to even step foot near the stove with intentions to use it, the whole kitchen will catch fire."
Dad would pretend to be offended and hurt whenever she would say that. My home had been so warm until the fateful day when my world turned upside down.
"Dad, you're home! Welcome ba-"
I had been laying on the carpeted floor in the living room doing my school work when I noticed that the front door was being opened. I turned to see my dad, who had been away on a business trip to Hong Kong for two months. Getting up to greet him and give him a hug when suddenly in the middle of my greeting he slapped me across the face. I stagger back and fall on my butt holding a shaking hand to my abused cheek.
"Dad?" I asked my voice trembling and laced with hurt.
He didn't answer me. The next thing I know, I'm being dragged upstairs and shoved roughly into an empty closet where I waited for a week. I didn't understand why he had hit me nor did I understand why mom hadn't asked where I was.
When I was finally released from the closet I stayed weary of dad and mom. During my martial arts training I focused all the negativity onto my sparing opponent, who was twice my size and had no problem with my furious attacks. I drew my negativities in art class at school too, choosing to leave them in the cubby just in case my parents caught sight of them. Thankfully my teacher didn't ask me questions on the dark drawings.
"Young one, wake up… we have arrived to my quarters." Someone with a soft yet firm voice says.
I feel myself being jostled gently. I opened my eyes, wondering when had I fallen asleep, to find myself in a different room than I had been in before. Looking around I take note that this room was neater with fewer things than the one before, it was nice. Glancing up to the purring figure beside me, I watch him closely as he knees before me and makes some clicking sounds.
"My sire has ordered me with watching over you till we arrive to Yautja Prime…" he says slowly.
"…?" I stare at him questioningly.
"Yautja Prime is our home planet." The male alien explains.
Nodding in understanding and he returns the nod with his own firm one before standing, I watch as he makes his way to another room. He stops a second after reaching the door, and turns to me.
"… This is the bathroom… though it is fairly small for me; I would image to be a relatively good size for you." He says.
I reply by blinking slowly and nodding unsure. The alien, that I have dubbed Scar, stared at me for a few more seconds before he turns sharply and enters his bathroom, and a minute later I hear splashing as though someone was walking into water. He's taking a bath?
"And what am I suppose to do?" I whispered irritated.
Looking to the table I see my bag, and instantly reached for it already knowing what I was going to take out; my drawing book. This book has been with me for a lot of years, ever since I could use a pencil actually. It's a pretty big drawing book with lots of pages; I'm not even half way yet. I'm very proud of my drawings even the very first ones that look like shit. This book has my every thought, my every feeling… and that is exactly what is being delivered to the new blank page. I was almost done with the drawing of my new family that was ripped from me, when I found that I couldn't keep my eyes open…
And I knew why too.
…
She really should have told them, the Predators. There was something wrong with her lungs and it was giving her a lot of pain. Luckily, Scar exited the bathroom. Clean and relaxed, that is until he sees a thin trail of red blood running from Naamah's pink lips.
Well, I tried to make it as long as I could... hopefully I'll get out of this funk and get back to typing up this story.
Hope you liked, as always; let me know what you think!