Sorry I haven't been on. I've finished this story, but I guess I haven't posted it! Here it is for everybody...
Part Seven:
People learned of my potientual at a very young age. Especially when my first words included: "I'm right, you're wrong." Though...it was more like,"me wight, you wong." My family thought it was cute at first. But whenever I was getting in trouble for doing something wrong, this was my famous lines. Always stuck me in more trouble than worth it. Then came along my longer sentence. Soon, I was able to actually convince people on my side.
My family always said I'd be a great Lawyer. I must admit, I thought about it. Then I took civics and was utterly bored by it. The rules in the law were too complex and would go against my beliefs. So I started wandering from civics to arts to more math relative areas. I even tried sports...didn't work with me AT ALL. Then I tried writing, but it didn't seem right for me. The one thing that did interest me was science. Proof of how things are.
With a good talk from my guidance conselor, I was sent to medical classes. I found disection most fun and interesting. Then I focused on the heart. I don't know what interest me towards the heart, but I eventually planned to become a heart surgeon. Though I had my strong areas, my weaker areas happened to bother me at times. I HATE working with people. They annoy me.
Besides, if you want something done right, you do it yourself. My hard work caused me to lack in certain areas. For example, if you were to ask me what my favorite ANYTHING was...I'd reply simply,"I don't know" or "I don't have a favorite." I never thought to see what of what I liked the most. When I looked at colors, I just knew what color it was, not which one appealed to me more. When I taste food, either is was good, bad, or acceptable. No favorites there.
It's not that I'm picky, either. In fact, I'd eat whatever you put in front of me...unless it wasn't edible or unless I wasn't hungry. As for music, I never listen to it. If it happens to be played around me, I block it from my head. I never thought to listen to see which one actually sounded the best. I see the world as black and white. Either your on my side...the white side of course...or your against me...the black side. The Yin Yang sign to me stands for good and evil...a little of both in each.
"What are you thinking about,"Jestin asked curiously. I almost jumped, but stopped myself. At this moment, I was sitting on a chair beside Jestin's bed. I had myself strattling the chair with my back to the bed so that Jestin could mess with my hair. She "insisted" that I allow her to french braid it. First of all, this was taking forever. Second, it hurt like hell. Third, french braids are ugly.
"Nothing,"I replied to her original question. Jestin pulled slightly on a part of my hair and I winced. "Sorry,"Jestin said guiltily. I didn't reply. These people were selfish. This thought hit me with such a shock. I never thought of that arguement before! They were selfish. They were keeping me from my family and destroying my life just so that little Jestin would have company. Selfish. I opened my mouth to point this out boldly when the bedroom door opened.
Daviel appeared in the doorway. Jestin quickly said,"We're busy right now." Daviel shrugged,"Fine. I'll go tell Zander he'll have to cancel the date he had planned for you tonight." Then Daviel turned to leave, but Jestin jumped up, pulling my hair with her. "OW,"I yelled furiously. "Dav, I'm coming,"Jestin said, letting go of my hair. Then she started towards the door. Jestin paused and looked at my half finished hair. Jestin turned to Daviel.
"Could you finish her hair for me,"Jestin asked pleadingly. Daviel's face instantly set in denial just as I made a face of disgust. I'm not letting HIM touch my hair. "Please. Just once for me,"Jestin begged, holding her hands together in prayer,"pleeeeaaase." Daviel sighed melodramatically,"I have a life, you know." Jestin looked like she was about to cry! "Fine,"Daviel said quickly in defeat. I groaned in complaint and Jestin smiled.
"Thank you so much,"Jestin said, hugging Daviel,"I owe you." Then she pranced out the room to her Zander guy. Daviel walked the rest of the way into the room and shut the door. Then he walked relunctantly towards my. Just as he sat down on the bed, I started to get up. Daviel grabbed my shoulders and shoved my back into sitting position on the chair. "Go away,"I said,"She's not here so you can go. It's not like I'll tell her."
"Aw, and ruin my fun,"Daviel stated in denial,"No, I think I'll french braid your hair for now." I gulped; it hurt when Jestin braided my hair...now Daviel was fixing to finish it and he hates me. He grabbed a section of my hair just as I was saying,"You probaly don't even know how to do it, anywa-OW!" Daviel had yanked purposely on my hair. I reached up to get his hands off, but he shoved my hands down. "Don't mess with it or I'll mess up and have to start over,"Daviel stated.
Obviously, Daviel DID know how to french braid. Not only that, but he seemed to enjoy pulling on my hair extra hard for me. "So,"he said as he made me wince with one pull,"you can't honestly like the name Destin. Wouldn't you prefer your original name?" I shrugged slightly. Of course I loved my original name. Destin sucks. "Why don't you tell us what it is,"Daviel suggested.
I glared at the wall and he yanked on my hair. "Ow,"I complained, starting to reach up, but Daviel pushed down my hands again. "Stay still,"he snapped,"and tell me your name. Bleeding Christ, I'M sick of the name Destin!" He's just trying to trick me into telling him my name. I'm not going to do it. "Sally Fattypatty,"I replied shortly. This recieved me sharp pains on my already sour scalp.
Suddenly, I jumped up before Daviel could stop me and turned to him furiously. "I WANT TO GO HOME,"I yelled on top of my lungs. He stood up, towering over me, and causing me to feel ultimately weak. For crying out loud, this guy could snap me in half without a second thought or effort. Yet, I glared at him just as he glared at me. "You're staying here until Jestin gets tired of you,"he growled threatenly. I roared furiously.
"I'm SICK of being here,"I screamed at him,"I'm SICK of being a play doll. I'm SICK of being stuck in a house with YOU. I'm SICK of being threatened every FUCKING day of my STUPID life. Let me GO right NOW!" For extra measure, I punched Daviel's chest. He didn't even flinch...though I doubt anybody would have flinched. I'm weak, I don't work out, and I hardly commit myself to violence. Yet, Daviel did seem to get ultimately angry.
"Fine,"he snarled. The next second, I was flung over his shoulder and he was carrying me out of the room. Automatically, I started screaming and beating his back. "LET ME DOWN,"I screamed,"You let me down right NOW!" I continued to scream obscenities at Daviel and beating his back, but he continued to carry me down stairs. Then he opened the front door. Without hesitation, Daviel threw me on the ground outside. I was shocked with being surrounded by snow.
The snow went over my hands to my elbows and fell over on top of my stomach. I had landed on my butt. "I'm now letting you go as you so thoroughly asked,"Daviel yelled furiously,"Now GO!" Then he stormed back into the house and slammed the door shut. I looked up to see the snow falling sweetly on my face. Since when did it start snowing? Oh, christmas break. Figures.
I slowly stood up and looked around. Then I wrapped my arms around myself. It was FREEZING. I would have been either furious or afraid, but at this moment, I was thinking "I'm free! Cold, but free!" Now I just had to find some familiar building and... I turned around to see trees. Miles and miles of trees it seemed. The snow had even covered up the driveway, so I wasn't even sure which way the road was.
It's ok. I can find my way. If I go straight through the woods, it has to lead SOMEWHERE! I started to walk and gasped with the cold that shocked through my feet. With one look, I realized I didn't even have my shoes on. OH, thanks a lot for the help, Daviel. So...just a little frostbite, starvation, and freezing to the bone. Nobody said freedom was free. With that thought, I forced myself towards the trees. It was awefully hard walking through snow that halfway reached my knees.
My teeth were chattering so much that it sounded like chainsaws in my head. I walked through the trees, always looking ahead in case I saw something. At one point, I looked behind me to see that the snow was covering my trail. Good. I turned around to look ahead and tripped over a large stick hiding in the snow. Just like that, I fell face first to the ground, hitting my head on a particular log that was sticking out in front of me. If only I hadn't looked behind me.
At first I thought I was fine. Just a small head wound. Then I started to get back up and the world spun around in amazing circles. Before I knew it, I was laying back down in the snow. I groaned and felt for my head, which seemed to be trying to go off into its own world, and I felt gooey liquid flow on my cold fingers. I lifted my hand to my eyes to see red blood. Damn, I hit that log hard enough to knock me off my feet. Literally.
Third Person Daviel's Point of View(P.O.V.)
Daviel sat at ease in the living room. He let the warmth of the fireplace flow over him. Daviel was actually relieved that he had thrown "Destin" out. Even if it meant she'd freeze to death. It hadn't been but two hours when Jestin's laugh reached Daviel's ears. Daviel frowned suddenly. He was sure Jestin wouldn't like the fact that he had finally gotten rid of her pal. Eventually she should forgive him. In fact, maybe she forgot about Destin on her date with Zander.
Both Zander and Jestin walked into the house. Zander had his coat over Jestin, who looked giddy with delight of love. Jestin whispered something to Zander and he laughed deeply. Then they both turned to see Daviel sitting there in the living room. Automatically, Jestin said,"I've got to go talk to Destin!" Then she sprinted off towards the stairs. Daviel watched her go with slight guilt. "Hey, Daviel,"Zander said, walking into the living room.
Then he sat down on the other couch and stretched. "How was it,"Daviel asked for conversation. Zander only smiled before replying,"She's something, all right." Yeah, and at this point Daviel was thinking "And if you hurt her, I'll kill you, bring you back to life, and kill you again." Nobody would put that past Daviel, either. Daviel wasn't afraid to kill someone. Just like he had just ditched Destin into the cold in seconds. Of course she would die. They were out in the middle of nowhere.
Just as Daviel was thinking that, Jestin burst into the living room looking worried. "I think she ran away, Daviel,"Jestin said in fear,"She'll freeze to death. She left her shoes for Christ's sake!" Daviel sighed,"It's her choice. Just leave her." Then Jestin looked on the verge of tears. "But she's MY friend,"Jestin said in a tearful voice,"She's MY friend and I don't want her to die!"
Suddenly, Jestin stared at Daviel suspiciously. "YOU didn't kill her, did you,"Jestin asked in accusation. Daviel hesitated,"Not neccessarily." "WHAT,"Jestin screeched furiously. "I just put her outside the door. The rest was her decision,"Daviel stated guiltily. Jestin looked so furious right now that Zander said,"I think I'll go to bed, then." Then he disappeared. "You left her OUTSIDE,"Jestin yelled in rage,"What is WRONG with you?!"
Daviel didn't answer for a moment. Before he could, Jestin crossed her arms and snapped,"Go out there and FIND her! Hop to it!" Daviel sighed melodramatically,"But Jestin, she's just some human. I'll go get you another one. ANYONE but her, pleeeeaase!" Daviel couldn't believe himself. He was begging to his little sister, bleeding christ. "Go get her,"Jestin said coldly,"Or I'll hate you forever." Daviel stood up and walked in front of Jestin.
"Fine, but if she messes up ONE more time, I'm going to kill her,"Daviel threatened,"And no more chances." Jestin nodded eagerly,"She won't. I promise." Now Daviel felt better. Of course "Destin" would screw up again. It would be so easy for her to slip. She'd be dead in a week. Hey, in fact, she may be dead right now! With that happy though, Daviel headed outside into the snow.