Breaking The Silver
Platter
One Year Earlier…
I didn't always live on my own or with my Aunt for the matter. I had a
nice home on the outskirts of Boston Massachusetts, life, in general was
good. I had lots of friends, went on dates, and played field hockey for
the high school team. I was an average teen-age girl. Key word for that
sentence; was. Then everything went to hell.
It started the day after my freshman semi-formal. It was a first for my
school, they usually only do junior and senior semi-formals but this year,
since we were the biggest freshman class the school had ever had, they
let us have one. I had gone with my friend Matt, because I didn't want
to go with Justin, a freshman that had been held back for a few years and
was 16. Justin also had one hell of a bad temper. There were rumors that
he sent some girl to the hospital for a week, even though she denied it
to the cops and everyone else. Most just thought fear can do that to a
person. Two black eyes, a broken arm, a broken wrist, and more bruises
than I can count can make almost anyone suspicious. That was in the eighth
grade. After that he didn't have a girlfriend for a long time.
Some how a girl, Danica I think was her name, went with him to that dance.
She just moved here and didn't believe those who said he beat that girl.
I admit it though, he was a jock, good looking, got good grades, and seemed
perfect. That's what should have tipped off everyone. Perfection is a lie;
it's broken and ugly underneath. But I must digress.
The next day, I woke up to a phone call from my best friend Katie, telling
me to turn on the TV and that Justin had been arrested. I wasn't too surprised
I figured he robbed a convince store or something like that. It seemed
every day the 7:00 am news had a few convince store robberies to report.
I said bye to Katie not letting her rant about something I wasn't paying
attention to. It was too early for me to think straight. I put the receiver
back in its cradle and sat up to go see what exactly happened. I threw
off my dark purple sheets and white comforter and headed to the door. I
paused as my hand reached for the door handle; I suddenly felt different
and had a new sense of the world around me. I saw things from more than
one pair of eyes; suddenly I was far more different than I ever wanted
to be. That's when it happened, for the first and most painful time. The
pain was just constant till the day after, not helped by my parents at
all, but that comes a little later. There was a bright flash turning my
world white, then, millions upon millions of little blue bubbles carried
reality away and showed me with Justin. It was like some creepy dream,
one that I still wish I'd woken up from. One that I wish I could just forget.
But I can't and now I wouldn't want to.
He was leaning over my body knife in hand, all bloody and looking like
something out of a bad horror movie. His eyes scared me the most, they
were crazy and his charming smile gone, a sinister grin replacing it made
me want to believe this was just a dream. The last bit of reason I had
said that was stupid and wishful thinking gets people nowhere. Then as
fast as it had come those little blue bubbles put my world back together,
or how it looked anyway. After each 'vision' my world is never quite the
same. I was terrified, confused and had a sudden urge to beat the shit
out of Justin. My hands trembling I went downstairs to see my parents sitting
in front of the TV.
"…Apparently after the Lincoln
High School freshman Dance last night. Justin Vallincourt, a 16-year-old
freshman, took fellow freshman, 14-year-old Danica James to the Red Garden
restaurant in Woster, where he stabbed and mutilated her body. Witnesses
say…"
The news reporter droned on, with that false sense of sadness that showed
she didn't get paid enough to wake up this early and drive to a grimy place
and tell the story of some girl she didn't care about. I stopped listening
too in shock to do anything. That happened to her, not me. Could it have
happened to me? Will it happen to me? The question's burned through my
mind and I just became more and more angry, tears of confusion, anger,
and grief flooded my eyes. I felt a new presence in the back of my head,
a cynical, bitter new voice but I knew it was part of me. Right now it
was urging me to leave them, run away don't tell them what you are. I knew
now exactly what I was.
My mom turned to me, tears in her eyes, she knew the James's she worked with Danica's farther. A look of concern appeared on her face as she stood, my dad standing too once they both looked back at me. I had fallen to my knees shaking uncontrollably. Fighting through tears I decided to ignore the little voice now screaming in my head. Don't tell them! Leave! They'll make you leave anyway! They'll hate you! You can never come back if you tell them! The voice was part of me, screaming and just as terrified as me, but the fact that it was just my own thoughts scared me more than the vision. I learned quickly that after each 'power trip' as I call them, I keep my connection to the futures long enough to let it effect my choices. But which future it is I can never tell, so I have to guess. I can either ignore it or take the advice, I have a fifty/fifty chance of being right, but so far I've only been wrong. That's probably why I'll never gamble in my life. Here I made the first wrong choice in a whole long line of mistakes, but none hurt as much as this one. I decided to tell them I was different, and just how different I was. I looked up at my parents and spoke softly fearing the reaction I knew was coming.
"You know how you said I was different
and special? Well, I don't think you know how right you are…"
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Three days later, I saw New York for the first time and got a letter from my parents saying that they'll send me money and gifts and I didn't need to come home any more.
I met my Aunt Laurie and found out that she didn't give a damn about me or anyone for the matter and that I had nowhere else to go.
My life fell apart and within two month's I moved in with Nichelle and got my job at the diner part time. Then, two month's after that, I dropped out of school, got my own place, and started working full time in the diner I also found that looking on the bright side is stupid when there is no light to look to.
Eight month's later, my life was going nowhere but to little bite size pieces…
Ok sorry it was so short
but I wanted to post something and I swear I'll have the rest up REALLY
soon. I just wanted to make sure that I get the rest of this edited, my
best friend/beta reader is in Washington for Thanksgiving so that mean's
I have to do it all my self and I really suck at it so it'll take longer
for the next few parts till she gets back. Is this chapter interesting?
Is it over predictable? Can you start to get what her powers are? I swear
the next part will make more sense then I'll get back to the cliff hanger
I know you all want to kill me for not continuing. READ AND REVIEW! Please?
More reviews=more sense.
Next Chapter: Who burst through
the door? Why? And what is the author's obsession with 'bite size pieces'?
All will be answered soon…
--Laura Night
