Relinquished By All
It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world. (--Chaos Theory from The Butterfly Effect)
If you are reading this my plan didn't work and I'm already dead; but if I could somehow go to the beginning of all this, I might be able to save him. No one can predict how one small action could have such effects. If I could have got one simple warning, maybe things would have turned out differently.
Some people say the world is a magical place. Others tell tales of its beauty. Many people say it is an enchanted place full of fairies and pixies. They are all wrong though. I know the realism of this hellhole. It's a place where families abandon their loved ones. Empty fathers drink away any cares they had at bars. Mothers absently smoke to feel numb. This wasteland has its hold on me, a victim of the truth.
All of my life I have been told about tales of everlasting love. Every other person claims to have experienced true love. But I have yet to see it happen. Coincidence? I don't think so. Everyone has their head in the clouds. Why don't they open their pretty eyes and take a fucking look around? They are the kind of people that have a chance for a better life filled with happiness, unlike mine, which is full of despair. Only when they see with certainty will their eyes open. I hate being proved wrong, so I was hesitant when I found out it was true.
My name is Phaedra and this is the beginning of my story. It is not a story for the light hearted, or those who shudder at the thought of death. If you don't want to come out of the shell that shelters you, then I suggest that you don't read this. I am telling it the way it really happened, not through some distortion. I will now tell you the fate of the martyr who saved all.
I took a long drag on my cigarette, and coughed as the cancer set in. I exhaled and a large cloud of smoke billowed in front of my face. As I rocked back and forth on my twin sized bed, I pushed a strand of my nigrecsent hair behind my ear. I could faintly hear the screams and shouts of my foster parents as they fought for the 7th time this morning. Why do they fight so much? I thought to myself, mystified by their inability to get along. I know I shouldn't be smoking, but it is a habit that I can thank this lifestyle for. I don't care what it does to me, as long as it numbs the pain of living, it's fine with me. None of the supposedly 'caring' foster parents were ever aware of my habits. They are all so daft that they didn't know how often I drink and smoke myself to sleep. They are so oblivious to everything. I finished pumping nicotine into my blood veins, so I snubbed the life out of my cancer on a stick.
Today I was to transfer to my next foster family. This would be the third one this month, and the ruthful cycle would just continue until I turned 18. I have lived with them in a small town in Ireland until today. They would take me to England where my new family would pick me up. Caer and Alsondair, my current foster parents had decided to abandon me with some other people because of my bad choices. In my opinion it was that bastard who messed with me that made the wrong choice. They had decided to fuck with me on one of my off days, and now lets just say they don't have any man parts anymore. I was going to kill him, but that never happened. I don't know why, but ever since I was little, have had this very strong urge to kill. I was shaken from my thoughts when Caer came upstairs and my door flew open.
"Phaedra, get your shit together and get your ass downstairs. It's time to go." She shot at me, with no emotion at all. The only indicator that she has any feelings at all was in her eyes. The venom and hate of a thousand dead souls pierced through me.
"Alright, now shut the fuck up. I hate your voice!" I screamed with scorn at her. I am normally not such a bitch, but having people repeatedly dump you on someone else can really change a person. It is at these times that I get really bitchy. It was as if everyone thinks I am some sort of disease, when all they had to do was care and get to know me. That was why no one had ever applied for adoption. For the first few weeks I was a good little girl. But I didn't keep that up for long; I tend to get into fights, and I never back down from them. I have never lost a fight, and that is saying a lot since many people I fight arn't to small.
I was once again woken from my thoughts as I saw Caer sneer and slam my door shut. I stood up and walked to the other side of my room. I looked in my mirror, and my reflection glared back at me. I saw my raven black hair cascaded halfway down my back. My shocking sea green/cerulean blue eyes had a dazed look in them. My porcelain skin was one of my best traits. It is as smooth as a baby's bottom and is very rosy in the cheeks. Do you know that you just compared your face to a baby's bottom? Said the annoying voice in my head. Yes, of course I know that I compared my face to a baby's ass, but so what? What are you going to do about it? I retorted.
I chuckled to myself and looked away, It isn't even noon yet and I am already arguing with myself. Wow! I inffered, I really need to loosen up. I am so uptight. Normally I was not so hateful. A lot of the time I am just a smart ass. Before I went to go, I went and grabbed my makeup bag. I decided to wear this awesome green shimmer stuff to go on top of my mascara. I don't need any blush, because my cheeks have a natural glow to them. I then slid some sheer gloss in champagne over my moist lips. I am not stuck up about my beauty like some others, but I definitely take pride in it. Since I was still in my black short shorts and red tank top that I use for pajamas, I dug around in one of my bags to find something to wear.
I finally found some things to wear after searching for a full 10 minutes. I wore a black, thin-ribbed tank top that says, "I just realized. I don't care." I changed into a black skirt that has a buckle, strap and D-ring accents, a black lace detail, and turuoise underlay. I also put on a pair of black non-leather boots that have a rear lace up detail. They have a 3" heel and side zip closure. I slipped four rubber barbwire bracelets on my right wrist. I donned a steel ring that has a knot-accented Celtic design on the band. I clipped on a pair of silver metal earrings that have 2" handcuff charms dangling from 3" chains. I slid a silver metal necklace over my head and onto my slender neck. It has small ovel chain links and a mini pair of handcuffs that actually work. The keys to it is also on the necklace. I guess that if I ever needed to arrest a midget, then I would be ready! I snickered at the wierd ways that my mind works. I put on an elegant ring that has a vine-accented rose design. On my left wrist, I slid 6 black and 6 electric blue rubber bracelets over my hand. I also put a few matching rubber rings on random fingers. I left my hair down, so it could glint in the sun. ( Just so you know, you can look at any of these things at again I looked in the mirror and smirked at myself. No one will be able to resist me now, I thought cockily. Hmmm, I reasoned. This look is still too tame, I must be missing something. Oh I have it! I thought excitedly. I knew exactly what to do. I glanced at my hair and snapped my fingers. The second I did that, my long black locks had cobalt streaks in them. Now I am complete, I noticed and smirked evilly. That was one of my many powers, and it came in handy. Some of them, I didn't even know about at the time. My mother had been bred for that reason alone; her creator wanted to make a perfect human that would soon be the ultimate weapon. It was demented that anyone would treat a person as bad as they did her. In time, I was to learn of my fate, and the true power that was held within me.
I clutched my wand and muttered a spell to levitate my bags downstairs. It turned out that neither of my former foster parent's were going to drive me. My social security agent would be taking me.
"All you ready dear?" Questioned Rosa.
"Yeah, I'm all set," I replied. I then loaded all of my stuff into the car that was parked in front of the house. Alsondair gazed at what I was wearing and went off into a fit of mutterings. He was probably complaining about my hair and style.
"Do you have a problem, Alsondair?" I inquired, while lifting an eyebrow. He knew I wasn't afraid to hex him right then and there.
"No nothing, Phaedra," He remarked and frowned. I stared daggers at him, and if looks could kill, he would have died about 100 deaths by now.
"Finally she is leaving," murmured Caer under her breath, expecting no one to hear her, although I did. She really doesn't think about others, I was so glad to be leaving that house. Though, the feeling of being rejected was not a warm and fuzzy thing. I only hoped that the next 'family' I went to wouldn't cast me off like the rest of them. This is going to be a long ride unless we apparate. Just as I thought that, Rosa told me what I had hoped. She grinned at me with her wise smile. All of the wrinkles bunched up at the corners of her mouth. Rosa is such a nice woman, I reflected.
Next one will hopefully have Draco in it! Please don't get mad at me though. I am trying to do a really good job at describing things, and I will go as fast as I can! You guys are lucky that I didn't leave you with a cliffhanger, lol!