Chapter 14: It's Been 2 Years…..

Jayden

I'm starting to lose hope. I want Emily back home and back to normal. She needs her sister.

Serena needs Emily…

And

Emily needs Serena.

Emily was terrified of us the day. Mia said she was terrified.

"Jayden, I promise you we will find her. I don't think the nighlok will kill her." Mia said.

"She has more power than them combined. She rebelled against them because of us. They probably won't forgive her that easily unless they have a plan in mind which they most likely don't. They want her dead!" I snapped. I was angry. Xandred tore a family apart. Mitchell didn't even get to meet Emily…..

Emily

Daddy entered my room. I immediately stood up on my bed. He came over and picked me up. He started to carry me out to some area. He handed me to my cousin. I learned his name was Trouble.

"Trawblew, take her to city center, torture the rangers and make her A-N-G-R-Y" Daddy said. He nodded and took me to an area. There were lots of people. They looked like me but bigger and sort of different.

"Give that child back you ugly monster!" Someone yelled at my cousin.

"She isn't a child of you stupid humans. She is one of us." My cousin said with a smirk.

He then attacked them with a sword.

I started to play with my hands.

"Nighlok!" I heard someone shout. It scared me so I looked up.

"Ah rangers, are you here to meet a member of my family who can destroy you right this second?" My cousin asked. I was trying to see who he was talking to.

"When will you nighlok learn! You can't ever defeat us!" Another voice snapped.

"One of your kind can." My cousin said. I was now standing on the park bench, putting my weight on the arm rest. He started to back up, coming closer to me. He turned and picked me up. I still couldn't see around him. (As you can see, she is very curious…..hmmmm…) He was holding me in front of him and began backing up. He then turned me around and sat me on his arm. He turned around so I could see and they could see me. They looked shocked to see me.

I looked up at my cousin. He was looking directly at the people.

"Trawey!" I said.

"What's wrong D?" He asked with a smirk looking at me.

"I want daddy." I said. I tried to get down but he held onto me tighter.

"No D, daddy is busy. He wants you to get rid of those people." He said.

"I kill?" I asked.

"Yes D. You destroy." He replied.

"I no kill." I said. He put me on the ground. He held my hand.

"They will kill you first if you don't destroy them first. They will kill your father." He said into my ear.

"No they won't. I won't let them. But I no kill them." I said.

"Stupid little brat." He muttered. He raised his arm to hit me.

I already have been hit before. I don't want to be hit again. I then hit him with my hands which turned into swords.

I backed away from him. I was scared. I attacked him. I hurt him.

"Emily!" A man in red called. The name sounds familiar…..

I looked at him.

"It's okay Emily. Come on, you can come over here, we won't hurt you." The girl in pink said.

It was tempting. I wanted to go. But daddy kept calling out to me. He said to return home for my punishment. I didn't want to be hurt. I ran to the man in red. I held on to his leg, crying. I was scared.

He picked me up and hugged me tightly.

"It's okay." He said. He then handed me to a girl in yellow who was too shocked to say anything. She just held me tight and kept kissing and hugging me.

"It's okay Emily, you're safe now." She said.

"Who's Emily?" I asked.

"That's your name." She said.

"My name is Destructara." I said.

"Don't listen to the monsters. Let's take you home." She said. We then started walking. I was staring at my cousin who was now getting up. He had a smirk.

He started to follow us. He got closer and closer.

"Sleep." Daddy said. I nodded and tried to go to sleep. I was always told he knew what's best for me and that I should always listen to him.

"He's following." I muttered. I then felt sleepy and fell to sleep.

So I have been asked about my dream. Strange question but oh well,

My dream when I was younger is to make a difference. And by writing I am making a difference. I am telling many people my stories. My stories are awareness.

When I got older, and started to get bullied, I wanted to change bullying. I wanted to make it stop. I have done that.

But now, It's to continue to make a change in the way people think about certain things. I want people to realize that certain things need to change: Bullying, murder, cutting, depression (No one should be depressed), suicide, all that. I want it to change. And by writing, I am working on it.

So, hopefully that answers your question…..Idk (I do type like a typical teen. I just tend to correct people more)