Sadly, I do not own any characters from Dragonheart…but I wish I owned Draco! Everything else is mine though, so no lawsuits or plagiarism, please.
Chapter One
"I'm so sick of your shit! Don't sit there and look at me funny; go look in a mirror and look at yourself funny! Screw you!" My father rose, glaring at me glassy-eyed in his drunken, sputtering rage. He shook the last sip of beer from its can onto the ground in disgust and stormed off into the house, continually cursing and screaming at me—probably to get another beer. I looked to my mother, hoping, praying that she would say something encouraging about the present situation. She only shrugged.
I leapt from the lawn chair I had been sitting in and walked away, suppressing all the anger and frustration disguised as tears trying to escape from my eyes. I'd never hated anyone as much as I hated my parents. The little faux leather backpack bumped against me as I made my way down the dirt road. I knew that no one would look for me. Nobody cared that much. I also knew that after I made the first bend in the road, no one would see me.
After making the bend, I slowed my pace and thought about everything that had happened. Mum and Dad were outside when I came home from visiting my brother's family. Dad had confronted me about the internet service and how I wasn't checking into fast enough to suit him. Something about the way it was being billed. I'd simply said "Okay" and he had flown into a rage about my "smart attitude," telling me to screw myself and storming off. He was drunk, that much was for sure. He'd never have the balls to say it sober.
I sighed, trying to wash away the anger and hatred that was so imbedded into me. I even tried to just push it away and look at it all cynically. Screw myself? How childish are we? Couldn't he at least manage a decent "Fuck off"? How infantile can you be to tell your 16 year old daughter to screw herself! At this I shuddered, and a new pain took over me and robbed me of my breath as I began to weep. It was all too much. I would cry, manage to stop, and then cry some more whenever I thought about all that had happened. And it wasn't just this time but all the times before when Dad's abuse had gotten the best of me. Nothing physical, mind you. Just unguarded, drunken comments and emotional scars. It had happened so much in the last few years. I screamed at myself for never seeing his sickness before now. If I had, maybe things would be different…. The man was a sadistic, drunken bastard. He always broke his promises. And he broke a little girl's hopeful heart, long, long ago.
I made my way down the road a little more and found exactly what I was looking for. A little path now filled with obstructing greenery from years of disuse which led to the deeper part of the woods. I thought for a moment before just plowing through the thorned vines and snagging branches. It's either this or stay at home. I let my heart make the choice and pushed away my worries of bugs and other nefarious things. I stepped across the ditch and continued to walk down the path into the woods.
After an hour of being thwarted by scary insects and the rustlings of small animals, I settled myself against a sturdy tree. I knew one thing for certain: I'd never go camping. I pulled off my backpack and rummaged through it. It had everything vitally important to ensure my survival. Thus it was always with me. I always carried my hairbrush, money, ID, cosmetics, mirror, poetry journal, spell book, and other various things when it suited me. I pulled out my spell book and flipped through it. Being a beginner, I only had about 17 spells in it all together. I rubbed the cover lovingly. Truthfully, it was only a bright yellow diary with a rainbow shamrock on it. But it pleased me all the same and I knew that no other book would work for me. I had power; I'd realized that long ago when I was young. I could feel vibrations from other people. I could sense magic in almost all its forms. I could make things happen. And now that I was 16, I could practice my magic as I liked and not worry about being found out. With age comes wisdom after all…
I held the book to my heart and thought for a while about the day's events, about the past…about what could possibly be the future. I have so many dreams…classic dreams. I want to make it big. I want to be a star. I want to act or write. Even pursue my artistic talents. Most of all, I want to be loved. I want to be free of this horrible place. I just want to be happy, at least... On that last thought, I let mental exhaustion pull its blanket over my mind and dreamt of a bright shining light, wind, warmth, and a reassuring voice.
A/N: Sorry for the er…cliffhanger. I just want all you people out there to get hooked on this. I'd appreciate all comments and suggestions. No worries, I won't keep you waiting! I'll update soon!