Sorry I haven't updated. My mom wouldn't turn on the computer. Anyway, next chapter.
FlashBack
Laughter. That's all I heard. I opened my eyes to see little spills of blood under me. I looked up and saw Macy and her group and friends. Her boyfriend stood over me, knuckles red. My nose felt numb along with my lips. My glasses were on the floor by Macy's friend's feet. Joanna, I think her name is, stepped on them, her red high heel tip breaking the lens.
It hurt, it hurt so much, knowing the guy I liked stood there smirking, Arms around Joanna, while I took a beating. They finally left, knowing full well I couldn't move. I knew they broke my arm, it hurt. I could feel my body moving slowly, towards the front door, the door which I knew Hazel was behind.
I let out a moan, telling me I couldn't go any farther. Thank god for my familes abilites. Hazel was a rare child that could her the slightest noise for miles, if she wants to. She loves working with stones too. I was a weird, special child, that probably why I got beat up all the time. I can see and talk to ghosts. I can run fast too. Really fast. As fast as Usain Bolt and Justin Gatlin. Maybe alittle faster, by my sister and father.
I could hear loud footsteps running toward the door. Hazel burst in, phone in hand. It seems she has called father, asking him to get us. I could see her lips moving, but I couldn't hear a thing. I see more people in uniforms come get me, but I don't know why. I just had a bloody nose and a broken arm...didn't I?
End of FlashBack
"-co, did you have a flashback again? What was it this time?" I looked at my step-mother's siloutte in the dark. I was panting hard. You see I had another flashback, or, if you will, nightmare. I picked my hand up steadily and checked my face, It was wet. Tears. I was crying. My step-mother, Persephone(or Poppy for short, since she loved flowers and friends with Emily Zhang, who had a son) she walked to the bed and wrapped her silky arms around me.
She was quiet while I cried softly into her nightgown. I could hear soft footsteps coming this way. Hazel. Father's footsteps are always louder than hers. The door creaked open and softly shut. A soft weight was by Poppy's knees. She rubbed by back and sang while my step-mother rocked me to sleep. I felt my eyes get heavy and my sobs lessen. I fell asleep with my sister and Poppy holding me. After a while they fell asleep too.