I had something special, something I didn't even know was inside me -Sherry

Leon

"Oh Sherry! We've missed you so much!" Sherry's mother says as she pulls her into a tight embrace. She doesn't hug back. "Mother, we can hug later. Right now I need you to do something. Where's Dad?" Sherry asks in a monotone voice. "He's in the lab, working. Why, what do you need?"

"I need you two to make antidote for five people. They're dying, and we need special medicine to heal them." She nods. Sherry's mother gestures us to come in. When Sherry walks in, she looks at me unexpectedly."Sher my dear, who is this." She says referring to me. "Oh Mother," Sherry says as she walks over towards me and wraps an arm around my shoulder."This is Leon, my guardian. The one who found me bleeding to death in an alley instead of my of my own two parents." She says with a fake smile. Her mother stares at Sherry for a while and then turns to me with her hand out.

"Hello, Leon. My name is Annette. And thank you for bringing my daughter home." Sherry's mother- I mean, Annette says with a smile. "Hold on a sec! Who said I was coming back?" Sherry says with a smirk. "I'll be back for my antidote in tomorrow. And make sure tell Dad I dropped by, not that he would give a damn anyway. And one more thing, I hope you and Dad are happy that I don't have to be in your care anymore. Ha, and that I think about it, I am Seventeen years old, and during these Seventeen years of my life, not one time do I remember you or Dad coming to me and giving me any strength, or courage, or love. You didn't even raise me. I raised me." Sherry stands up to Annette's face, with tears falling from Sherry's icy blue eyes. "C'mon, Sherry, lets leave." I suggest. "Great idea. And like I said, I'll be back for my antidote in tomorrow." As we are walking off the porch, Annette grabs Sherry bye the arm.

"Wait, I have something for you friends." She pulls out a cylinder filled with blue liquid. "Give this to them when you visit them again." Sherry takes the blue liquid."Thank you."

Sherry

When we get inside our apartment, The first thing I do is storm off to my room, slam 5he door, and take out my journal, and start writing.

Blind

By Sherry Birkin

You are blind
You can never see
All the anger built up in me
I hated life
I wanted out
You didn't care
You would just shout

I felt so alone
Thought I didn't need anyone
Turns out I just needed a mom

The black sheep
I was never apart
Furthest away from your heart
Things have changed
I'm growing old
I don't need you
You still feel cold

I'm now out of sight
Out of mind
I don't need you, I'll do alright
I don't need your blessing
Or your cash
Without your help I'll make a splash
Land on my feet with a crash

I'm happier than ever
My life's brand new
And most of all
I'm not like you.

Leon knocks on my door. "Come in." He stares at me. "What the hell do you want?" I asked annoyed.

"Just came to see if you were okay."

"Well I'm fine thank you very much. Just writing poems in my journal."

"You mind if I read one?"

"Go for it." I hand him over my journal. He flips through the pages until he finds one.

Dear Mom

By Sherry Birkin

You said you'd always be there
But you're nowhere to be found
I can't believe you left me
I feel so low beneath the ground

There's nothing I can do now
I trusted you with all my heart
But now you're gone
You're the one who tore my life apart

I've learned not to trust
There's nothing more to say
You've lost someone special
You can't get back each day

Now you're the one left in the dark
And all of a sudden you feel my pain
You expect me to take you back
But you still feel you're not to blame

I could never forgive you
Even if I tried
You can never make up
For the lonely nights I've cried

You will never know the feeling
Of losing the person you need the most
To laugh and cry and love you
Instead of making you feel like a ghost

I've moved on with my life
Without you by my side
My pain has kept so long
I'm telling you how I feel inside

In a way I want to thank you
Because of you I'm strong
I just wanted you to know
I didn't turn out wrong

"Well, thats, deep. You're a amazing writer." He compliments.

"It's pathetic. I've been writing poems like these every since I was Seven. And I wasn't always an angry character, there were times when I was happy for Twenty- Four hours." I walk over to the draw on the side of my bed and pick up some scissors. I start tapping them rhythmically. "I was 16, when I was actually happy. I met a girl, Helena. She was a lesbian and I was bi, we became really good friends so I invited her to my house. My mother found us kissing, and threw her out. A few days later I heard she had killed herself. I call then called my Mom a homophobic bitch and she kicked me out. Following my five month kidnapping. You know during those five months, I turned seventeen." I look up to Leon. " I don't even know what I did to make my parents, lose their good interest in me." I open my scissors. "Like when I was kidnapped, was Jesus telling me to die and come live with him? Well in that case-" Leon's eyes bulge. "SHERRY, NO!" Leon reaches for my hands, but he is too late. I thrust the scissor in my stomach. I shriek in agonizing pain.

I snatch the scissors from my belly. To my amazement, the pain goes away within second. I look down and see my flesh stitching itself back together. Did I just heal myself? I run my index finger over the part were the wound used to be. I feel nothing other than my bare skin.

I had something special, something I didn't even know I had in me.

So yesh, I decided to give Sherry her powers back. I hoped you liked it. And I already thought up the end of the story. I decided that there was going to be a sequel to the story "Sherry". So please, please, reveiw.