Am I Wrong?Laying in the opening in the forest; the grass was warm and soft. The sun against my skin, it just felt right. I could just melt away into the grass. I can see the bright blue sky threw the tree limbs high above.
I close my eyes and think back to a time when everything was better. Before I was taken away from my family. I let myself drift through my mind. I don’t know how long I had been laying there before I heard a voice.
It was the voice of my little sister. “Violet? Where are you?” She cried, she was only 2 when we were taken away. She is now 7, and depends on me for everything.
I stand and try to follow her voice. I hear her fall and start to sob. Then I can see her threw the trees. “Rosetta, you shouldn’t be out here, it’s dangerous.”
“But you’re out here!” She protests. I give her a look and she stops.
“You should go home.” I tell her as nicely as I can. She drops her head and turns to go. “You’r
What have I done.‘What have I done?’ I ask myself as I walk down the street. I pass woman with her small child, and all I can think is what I have done and if I could do it again. ‘No! I can’t let myself think like that!’
‘But you want to do it, you know it.’
“No!” I yell, and then pause. Several people have turned to see me. I drop my head and put up my hood. ‘I need to not draw attention to myself!’
‘Too late for that, you should be more careful.’
“Shut up.” I stop. ‘Crap I did it again!’ I begin to walk again, now faster.
As I pass an alleyway I feel something grab my arm and pull me in. It was a man. He looked half dazed and crazy. “Hey you wanna have some fun.” He said as more a statement than a question.
“No, let me go.” I try to pull away but he has a tight grip on me.
He moves closer to me. I can smell alcohol on his breath. “You know you want to.” H st
PrologueI was a normal High school outcast. I know normal and outcast are two completely different things, but that’s what I am. I’m normal in the scene that I don’t walk around with outrageous things on me, while at the same time I’m an outcast because I am still fairly strange and don’t seem to have many friends.
If you were paying attention you would have noticed I said I WAS this. So what am I now? I will let you decide that. But first I have to explain some things.
Everything you heard in the middle of the night that come from the dark, everything you think you saw and your parents always told you that it was just your imagination, it wasn’t. All the old stories with supernatural creatures, they are true to some extent.
Also if you would listen to my theory about why you were always told that it was just an old story or that is was just your imagination. It’s because humans block out what they don’t want, they block out what they see as stra