New Beginnings
Chapter 1
Thia
Running, I was running for my life. Again.
I woke with a cold sweat, my heart racing and a feeling of dread overwhelmed me. I wanted to curl up in bed and stay there hiding under the covers. But the sensible and realistic part of me knew I needed to get up, shower and pretend that everything was okay.
After awhile I peeled myself from my bed and made my way to the en-suite. As I took in my disheveled appearance, everything looked normal. Except one defining characteristic, my eyes, normally vibrant blue eyes were a swirling grayish silver colour.
The rest of my appearance was much the same, long straight black hair, pale almost translucent skin, thankfully no new pimples adorned my face, though that had never really been a problem anyway. My plump pink lips, were exactly as they should be and my nose stud was still firmly in place on the right side of my nose.
I removed the large sweat saturated T-shirt, only to be met with black swirling tattoos adorning my back and left side of my body, staring at them intently, I let out a Yelp when I saw them moving. Dropping the shirt, I turned and got in the shower, my safe haven.
I quickly washed all over, shampooed and conditioned my hair and shaved everywhere that needed shaving, I avoided spending to much time staring at the swirling black ink that was definitely not there when I went to sleep last night. After washing, a sense of unease washed over me, pulling me to the ground.
Eventually I was able to sit up and sit under the soothing hot water, tears silently falling down my face with questions of the unknown. What was happening to me?
After the water started to go cold I got out, a brief look in the mirror showed my eyes had returned to the normal vibrant sky blue I was used too. With a towel wrapped snuggly round my body, I made my way back to my bedroom. A quick look on the alarm clock said it was just a little after 6am, goddess only knows how long I was in the shower.
I turn to my chest of draws and closet, unsure about what to wear. Deciding on a black denim mini skirt, a white T-shirt and white leather converse, I lad my clothes out before putting on a matching white bondage style bra and panties. As I dressed I hummed to my favorite song. Once dressed I dried my hair and decided a curl was needed; as I pulled my hair up and out of face to begin curling it, I noticed the swirling ink was no long moving, and had since settled on my skin, the black pattern swirled from behind my left ear, down my neck before splitting off in two directions, one towards my back and the other down my left arm, as I looked at it closely it swirled around my arm down to my hand like a snake, before finishing at a point on my left ring finger. Further down, the swirling continued down my left leg like a twine.
Unsure what to do about this new development, I did what any normal sixteen-year-old would do. I ignored it.
I continued with curling my hair, putting it up in a high ponytail before turning to my make up, I applied concealer to the dark bags under my eyes, before creating a cat eye winged look with my favorite accessory my black eyeliner and finished the look with a wisp of black mascara to lengthen my already long dark eyelashes and small lick of lipgloss.
Once I was finished, I completed my look with the only things I have left of my parents, silver bracelets, and silver and ruby locket necklace. Grabbing my leather jacket, I left my bedroom and entered the small living area of the apartment I moved into yesterday. Grabbing an apple and my school bag, I headed out the door, closing and locking it behind me. Heading to the garage, I find my prized position my black Porsche and get in. Checking the clock on the dash I see that it is just after 7:30, school not starting still 8:45 meant I had plenty of time to get my caffeine fix.
I drove around the small town I moved too in the last few days to find an open coffee shop. Finding a shop open, I smoothly pull the black beauty into a parallel park and get out, it self locking as I walked away.
Entering the small coffee shop, I place my order, a venti triple shot caramel latte, pay and wait for it to be made. It feels like ages that I wait, exacerbated by the barista constantly looking at me with awe, at first I thought he was checking me out, then it became apparent he was perving at me far longer then necessary. A growl irrupted from deep within me a sound I didn’t know a human was even capable of making. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment and go to hide, when the barista shakes his head and makes my coffee quick smart. I thank him and quickly make my exit. Sliding into my baby, I hightail it out of the Main Street and head towards the high school.
As I pull into the school, I have to psyche myself up to actually get out of the car. It’s only when I hear the warning bell, that I make my way out of my sanctuary and towards the administration building, an overwhelming sense of being watched unsettles me and has me walk faster towards the office.
Once inside the office, I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, closing my eyes I re center myself and approach the counter, a girl about my age sits behind it.
“Hello, can I help you?” She says kindly, her pale short blonde hair bounces as she tilts her head to look at me.
“My name is Cynthia Phillips, I’m a senior starting today” I say quietly, a smile on my face.
I watch as her bright green eyes light up in recognition of something, before she starts ruffling through some files, a small ahuh comes from her when she finds what she is looking for.
“Here is you schedule, a map, your locker number and a temporary passcode with instructions on how to change it.” As she flips through my details, she looks puzzled when she comes across my general information.
“Uhm, you said senior right? But, but you’re sixteen, how are you a senior?” She questions with confusion laced through her voice.
“Oh uhm yeah, I ah took only AP classes and have done some summer school in New Zealand, well I did before- anyway, yeah I want to graduate early is all” I say plastering a sickly sweet smile on my face.
“Oh okay then. My name is Vanessa, I’m a senior too, welcome to Silver Moon High school” she says with a smile on her face.
I grab the given documents and go to leave the office, when I feel someone approach me. “Cynthia!” Vanessa’s voice Yells after me as she jogs to catch up.
I stop and turn to look at her, “Thia, please” she looks at me with a puzzled expression as she gives me a once over, her eyes lingering on the black swirls scattered over my left leg.
“Thia it is! I uh can show you to your locker and first period if you want? We have English together with Mr Peterson.” Vanessa states as she regains her thoughts. I give her a nod and she says goodbye to the other office ladies and we leave the area.
“So why’d you move to silver moon?” Vanessa asks after a moment of silence. Knowing I can’t tell her the main reason, I explain why I chose here of all places.
“Ah my mum was from this town, before she met and moved with my father to the other side of the world.” Vanessa stops and looks me over again, her eyes lingering on my face; self consciously I play with my hair, moving the front left section behind my ear without realizing I have exposed more of the black pattern. The loud gasp that escapes her has me quickly shaking my hair back untucked.
“Right and you moved here with your parents?” She asks as we approach a series of lockers. I look down at my papers and notice my locker number is 632 and that we are standing right in front of it.
“Oh, uhm no. My parents couldn’t come with me.” I state lamely. Who wants to say outload they are an orphan at 16 because something murdered your parents?
