(A.N.) Hey guys! This chapter is really boring. I know. (ducks to avoid pointy objects thrown at me) It gets better trust me. I just have to get in a few things like the dreams and the cave scene. (Well that's next at least) So just bear with me, and trust me, it gets better I promise.

Love always,

C. E. Sparks

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Flashback:

He has never knows what it was like to be loved, so he will never feel love himself. His anger and bitterness as a child leaves him seeking revenge on the world."Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…it has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival."
-C.S. Lewis

Chapter I: Beach Day

It's Beach Day. Best day of the year. I'm ecstatic. Whoopee.

It's the day the entire orphanage piles into a double-decker that slowly wheezes its way toward the eastern shoreline. We would probably be sitting in the microscopic village near the coast for the better part of the day.

I was in the back of the bus, sitting with my head between my knees, wrapped in my own miserable thoughts. The bus was full of children, and my head was pounding. I tried to sleep in order to escape the noise that was slowly driving me mad, as it had been for the last ten years. I did doze off, but it brought me no peace of mind. I had the same dream I had been having on and off for about a year now.

The dream was the same as always. The same impenetrable fog was present and was the same as ever as it suffocated and paralyzed me. The vision had not changed in the least. But it was also different. This time I had heard a voice in my head. I had never heard this voice in my life, but I could place the owner almost immediately. I had been ashamed; ashamed that they had seen my helplessness as I lay there in the emptiness. I could still hear the echo of the laughter that should have been muffled and inaudible in the fog.

This is how I came back to consciousness. I sat up quickly, still trembling, eager to shake of the dream. I had no idea what it meant. I made sure not to doze off again for the rest of the trip. I peered out of the window for the rest of the bumpy ride; but the windows were so fogged up I could only see my own pale reflection in the glass. My sleek, dark brown hair was disarrayed, and my narrow face was paler than usual.

We finally reached the seaside village around midmorning, just as the sun was obscured by a big, gray cloud. Wonderful, I thought sardonically. The children unloaded eagerly, and I followed behind resentfully and in a foul mood. Mrs. Cole, the matron, led us to the usual picnic tables and pulled the usual soggy ham sandwiches out of the cooler. Every one sat down at the stone tables. I, however, remained standing.

"Mrs. Cole, may I go to the bathroom?" I asked. Easy enough excuse.

The middle-aged woman made Dennis Bishop go with me so I would not get lost on my way to pee. Great. Now I would have even more trouble sneaking off that usual. I sighed but continued walking without stopping to wait for Dennis. He was a lanky kid, but he was still taller than me. He was about a year older than I was, and he had to keep sweeping his poorly-groomed blonde hair out of his light blue eyes. He was probably as unpleased as I was with the circumstances. He was scared of me. All of the children were. Not that Mrs. Cole or any of the helpers were aware of the many things I had done in the past.

I entered the nearest shop, which was a pet store. Ew. It smelled revolting. I walked toward the long, green counter on the left of the shop, with the pretense of asking where the bathrooms were. The old shopkeeper, who was in the process of pulling hay out of his short, graying beard, told me, and then continued on into the back room, shutting the heavy door behind him. I hoped he wouldn't hear me if I got caught by Dennis. That's when I tried to ditch Dennis. I snuck behind a large crate of something with a nasty odor, leading me to suspect that it held some kind of dead rodent.

Dennis caught me though, as I was trying to leave through the back door. He grabbed my arm which I tried to shake off. His clear blue eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he took in my expression.

"Leave. Now," I said simply and softly, but he heard the threat in my tone. Smart of him. He looked scared silly. No one had actually seen me do something against the rules, but the children all suspected me. And for good reason too, I mused to myself.

"N-no… I-I won't let you get away th-this time!" he stuttered. I smiled calmly and dangerously. This frightened him more than anything yet. "I know it was you! You put Billy's rabbit in the rafters, I just know it!" He seemed to gain confidence as the words he had been dying to say exploded out of him. "You and Billy were fighting, and the next day I saw you coming out of the room with the rabbit." He grinned in triumph. I listened with the air of listening to a baby rage and storm, waiting for it to realize how foolish they look. Actually, that is exactly what was happening. I really hadn't meant to put his stupid rabbit up there, but I was sure it was me who did it nonetheless.

My smile widened, and Dennis' triumphant expression died almost instantly. The kid looked like he was going to throw up or pass out or something. He realized that it made no difference if I was the one who did it, as I had realized a while ago. He did keep a firm grasp on my arm, I must admit. I was starting to get pretty annoyed. Being almost a year older, Dennis overpowered me physically. My pale gray eyes flickered in anger, the only part of me that betrayed that I had any emotion at all.

"Let go of my arm Bishop," I whispered.

"No!" he nearly shouted. He continued on ranting despite his moment of fear. "Everyone hates you, you know they do. You don't have a single friend! You bring it on yourself." I inwardly grimaced at the thought. Like I needed a friend to hold me back. "Just because you have no friends doesn't mean you can treat us all so badly. You're just a stupid bully, and nobody likes you. No wonder your father left you." He stopped short, apparently not wanting to divulge that he possessed that information. He tried to recover, and continued talking though he sounded like he was scrambling to find a good come-back. "That's right. I know. I heard you talking in you sleep," was his pathetic response. "I'm not surprised he left a person like you!"

That was all it took. Dennis fell to the ground like he had been tasered. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he shook from head to toe. I had no idea how it had happened, but it certainly was not the first time it had.

It happened that at that moment, the bell on the door rang, warning me that we were no longer alone in the main part of the shop.

Amy Benson stepped into the pet store, having been told to go look for us.

"Get up Bishop," I said, more urgently this time. He just continued to writhe around on the floor, moaning and crying. Amy followed Dennis' weak moans until she saw him lying on the floor. Her brown eyes widened, and her scraggily brown hair whipped in front of her as she suddenly stopped and froze. She looked up from Dennis' now still body sprawled on the dirty floor, then up to my impassive expression. After a few more seconds of shock, she suddenly seemed to unfreeze, and made to run out of the shop. I willed her to stop before she could tell the others what she had seen before I came up with a reasonable excuse.

Surprisingly, she really did stop. More surprising yet, she couldn't make herself pick up her feet to move. I realized that it was me who had made her stop; I had unknowingly willed it into reality. I honestly didn't have a plan, so I decided to move them out of the store before the old shopkeeper came back.

Like before, I was surprised when they both stood up together and followed me out the back door. Both wore terrified expressions. We walked or about 15 minutes until I saw the endless sea stretching out before me as I stepped around the corner of a building. There was nothing nearby; not a single person or a single animal. Not even a tree for that matter; just bare rock stretching out to touch the endless expanse of water.

I continued walking to the edge of the cliff with the two children stumbling blindly along in my wake. When I reached the water, I found that I was standing on a cliff where the gray water met the stone cliff side. I made them adjust position so that they were standing slightly ahead of me. Then I let them move freely. I don't know how, so just don't ask. I am used to this kind of thing happening.

Their initial reaction was shock, but it changes almost instantaneously to fear. They both looked around in shock; first at each other, then back at me, then down at the raging water below. There first instinct was to get as far away from the ledge as possible. They stood rooted in place. I found the will inside me, and pushed them off of the edge of the cliff with my mind.

(A.N.) Yeah, oh well. Didn't come out too well. Extremely short too.

Sorry, it will get better, I promise! Please please please review even if you only started to read it, I want to know if people can find my story. I know it's really annoying, but it makes us writers feel like our work is appreciated even if you just glance at it.

Thanks tons!

Love,

C. E. Sparks

Next chapter: Chapter II: The Cave- Is Tom already doomed to become Lord Voldemort, or might something happen to alter his future?