Has your Mother ever predicted something that would happen? Let me guess, you didn't' believe her until it happened right? No, don't hide it, I totally understand and will sympathize with you on the subject.
"Hailey, there will be times in your life when you don't understand the meaning behind your actions...don't worry! You'll understand what I mean someday." That was the day that I decided that my Step-Mom was slightly insane, but maybe she could see the future-I'll never know.
She used to go on about a 'special decision' that I'd make one day. These words were pondered more so than the first, personally-at the time-I never ever would have imagined anything important happening to me, I was just another face in the crowd but Mother made it sound like the choice to my decision could cause the end of the world...not very encouraging.
I hadn't had any clue what she had been talking about at the time but now...I am more knowledgeable than I was; I had been a stupid teen with my head so high up in the clouds that I didn't care at all for her words of wisdom, but what teen actually listens to their parents nowadays?...Oh you know one? Are they a mutant or an alien?
I was the girl who did nothing but lock herself in her room and read manga all day and stayed up all night watching anime wanting a life like the characters I adored. The manga books were different, inspiring and helped get me through numerous rough patches in my life that I will not touch up on yet. Since these things were mostly all I ever thought about, words about my future went right over my head-unless I somehow was going to be fighting against a ninja or solving a crime in an anime, if it wasn't then it could take a flying leap.
When the time came that I was able to get my head somewhat out of those clouds of other worlds, it happened.....
My wonderful Step-Mother and beloved sister were murdered right before my innocent eyes. Sitting in the blood of the two people that I loved most in the world is not something I like to brag about, but it is something in my history that I cannot overlook. At the time high school had just been completed (age 18) and I was raring to go off to college in January like anyone my age. But the plans obviously changed and college was hidden deep into the closet, never searched for again.
The only family left was my Father who was the last being alive that I would want to live with. At age 42 he kept up a nice cozy cell in the asylum for the mentally insane, the memories of that place could be erased for all I cared. My hatred for my Father also kept me from going to him for aid, he was that one person who wouldn't leave me alone, that bad penny that always comes back to haunt you.
Legally at my age, I was an adult and was allowed to walk away without being taken to an orphanage. I was left with a house that had rent, barely any money, and was alone. Even being alive seemed like a burden and acceptance of the whole situation didn't come until later.
My story actually starts on a day like any other day, it began with a frighting dream of my Mother. Her wise words were burned into the back of my mind, a moth to the flame.
Dreaming about my Mother would have been wonderful if they didn't all end with blood and a lethal gunshot, but sadly that was all my dreams consisted of. It also didn't help that the man that had killed my Mother and sister was still alive, having gotten away using me as a hostage, a gun to my temple like a venomous viper. In the middle of the night, between being awake and asleep, I could feel the barrel of the gun being pressed harshly against the side of my forehead. Now, when I look back I wonder why he didn't pull the trigger; had he been interested in how the trauma would affect a teenager? Well it certainly worked, those were dark days where I thought my sanity would leave me like it had with my Father when his first wife had died.
Having traits that made you insane was normal in our family tree and I prayed that I could stay sane, so in fear of what I'd do I stayed in the house, not daring to leave for even a second.
A month had gone by when I finally had left the house and ventured into the sunlight with vampire type skin. My worries were high but nothing ever happened, slowly I went back to a routine but nothing was ever normal again...how could it be?
The nightmares kept my nights sleepless causing me to drown myself in prescription medicine. I was like a walking zombie at the end of the first year, barely even noticing how fast time flew by until finally the day came, the day I woke up from the worst nightmare ever; it is possible that the dream had been an omen that things were about to change dramatically. All I know is that I want this to stop. I want to be normal again.
...What exactly is normality though? There are days where I don't even seem to be human. I sometimes think that I'm too far from being human to be normal.
Anyway, don't let my life's negativity get to you, now that I'm older I can tell a story that has both sides to it, happy and sad, real and fake, get ready for a ride my dear audience because I want to tell you my story.