That morning, I got up still groggy but I awoke to the sound of my adopted mothers voice yelling at me to get down there.
I put on a light blue top, white skinny jeans, and knee links leather boots.
It was about 5:00 am in the morning.
I ran down the stairs and presented myself to my adopted father who kept giving me the evil eye.
I ran to the kitchen and made pancakes, and made sure I made the kitchen spotless before I left it.
I gave the two plates full of homemade pancakes to my mother and father.
My stomach grumbled but I only ignored it.
I tried really hard not to let my hunger show.
Usually, I would sneak out of the house a little late at night and visit Mrs. Firecracker, an old nice kind elderly woman, who would give me food to eat. She would also sometimes give me something sweet.
I knew I wouldn't be allowed to eat until nine o'clock at night when my parents will be upstairs.
I only ignored my feelings, I mean, there just feelings right?
My evil ratchet adopted mother was wearing a lot of pink, but that wasn't unusual. Basically all her stuff is pink.
Her clothes are pink, her make up is pink, all her shoes are pink, her bed covers are pink, her walls are pink. It doesn't help that her walls are also covered in white lace over hot and bright pink fur, and with pictures of of baby kittens all over the place. I could have sworn I saw one of the pictures of a kitten on her wall move.
I was more curious and fascinated than scared though.
Well, since I lived in the attic, I'm not really scared of anything personal.
I mean, I'm not afraid of death, serial killers, snakes, or even spiders.
I know it sounds awful, but I kind of can't wait for death to come.
If I could choose between slowly dying of starvation or a bullet to the head.
I would say the bullet is much quicker.
(Guess what book that was from)
I left the room with my stomach still rumbling, leaving my strict, evil, ratchet, toad faced adopted mother.
I honestly and unequivocally hate, I repeat I HATE Dolores Umbridge!!!!!
She brought me pain and suffering, but I am brave and strong and it's going to stay that way, if she likes it or not.
People think she is just peachy and perky, but really she's a menace.
Her with her sickly sweet voice and evil smile does not mix well.
"GET MY BAG YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!!!" She croaked in a shrieking voice.
Her voice was so strong that it left a big crack on the closest window on the front wall of the nasty hovel.
I thought she said she worked for the minister.
I thought the prime minister paid his workers generously and even well.
Why were we living in this nasty hovel, when we could live in a tidy home.
I mean, I'll still be her servant, but I still wish her comfort, even if her kitchen knives are traced with my blood.
The knife cutting happened so often that the water is usually stained in a faint light almost clear pink.
I raced out of my trance and grabbed quickly for the bowl I almost dropped and set in on the table, cleaning my head from sweat.
"THATS IT, YOUR GETTING A BUTT WHOOPING WHEN I GET HOME!!!!"
I ran up to her bedroom and grabbed her hot pink leather bag.
I raced back down the stairs and handed it to her.
She slapped me across the face. Hard
My skin burned as I felt a bump that had a faint red opal circle, which match the gem on her rings she wore.
My mother huffed, swung the bag over her shoulder, and left strutting towards the door.
I only stood there, scared to even move or make the dry disgusting hard wood floors creek.
Once I heard the door slam, I dropped to my knees and shakily put my hand softly where the the print of my mother small chubby hand's contact still visible.
I let out a whimper and I almost let a tear fall.
Almost
I blinked quickly and tried to clear my head.
I was almost positive that my hair darkened a bit. I must have looked awful.
I walked fast up to the attic. I skipped over the one step that would always break, even when just putting the slightest piece of weight on it.
The floors creaked and threatened to me that they might break at any moment.
It was about seven o'clock in the morning, which means I'll be free from my mothers clutches for at least ten hours.
I looked into the the broken mirror. The mirror now looked filthy.
My bloody and muddy finger prints all over the surface.
I sighed, knowing I would have to clean it up, with all the rest of this bloody house!
I took a rag and cleaned the rough broken glass on the mirror.
That's when I saw my reflection.
I was mortified.
My hair was....PURPLE!!!
My face was splotchy and puffy. I had bags under my eyes, and my face was sheet white, except the spot on my cheek that was red from mother's ring.
I lifted my hand and lightly touch my cheek.
My face felt hot even though it was cold outside, even though it was July.
I looked at my hair. It was actually pretty like that. I decided to keep it that way.
The skies outside look cold and weary.
The lightening crashed towards the ground.
The white yellow light flickered in my eyes.
At least I thought is was lightening.
I was trembling and my goosebumps came back to my skin.
I could have sworn the temperature dropped twenty degrees.
The clouds rumbled above, but I heard more of a high cold laugh.
The sound went everywhere. The little window by my bed opened widely and a cold breeze blew in.
The breeze began to spin around me.
The wind was going around me so fast, that all I see was a blur.
Red eyes then appeared in front of me.
The red eyes had slits of black in them, just like a snake's.
I shuttered and felt my eye roll to the back of my head.
My eye-lids closed forcefully and I could feel the hard cold floor on my back.
I was terrified when I say a scene in front of me, like a vision.
I was walking through a hall.
It was dim lighted and cold.
I kept hearing that high intimidating cold voice. It felt like the voice was echoing through the room.
There was a door.
The house made the door look worn out and ancient.
The scenery was not a pretty sight.
Mold and torn wallpaper on the walls.
The smell was incredible.
It smelled like molded cheese and dirty gym socks.
The door then just exploded open, involving a screeching creek.
Green lights then flashed towards me, but didn't hit me. It only went through me.
I slowly turned around slowly, and right in front of me was a woman. She was beautiful.
She had my golden hair, but her hair was turning into a messy ugly grey. Her eyes the same.
They were glazed.
They looked lifeless.
I screamed but no sound came out of my mouth. I could feel the pressure of forcing the scream on my throat, again nothing.
The sad thing was I didn't shed a tear. I wanted to but just couldn't.
I looked at the dead corps on the ground.
Before her eyes changed, I got a glimpse from them.
They were the same color as mine.
I kneeled down beside the body.
I put my arms around her neck. I wanted to cry, but something just wouldn't let me.
That's when I noticed something was in her arms, or someone.
I gently tried to push her hand away, but she still had a death grip on the baby.
I lifted the little blanket covering her head, and there showed a girl with little sprouts of golden hair and mixed colored eyes.
The infant was me.
Before I could take any of this in, a man walked towards the baby.
He had that high cold laugh that made my whole body shiver.
He looked bloody terrifying!!!!
He had a slim body covered in black robes.
His skin was paper white and he had long thin fingers with long nails.
His teeth were pointing, but non of those features terrified me.
No, the only features that truly scared me were his eyes.
They were red and had black slits in them, just like a snakes eyes.
They looked like they could look right through you and look into your soul.
The man then pulled out a stick and pointed it at another woman.
It was the woman that had auburn hair and sea green eyes.
She too was holding an infant. She put the infant into a crib and hid the kid from view with her body, and she spread her arms wide to each side.
The man slicked the stick and the body fell to the ground in a heap.
Her eyes also now looked glazed over.
The boy in the crib was crying too.
The cold figure turned his head to the infant me. A cold creepy smile came across his thin white lips.
The man slowly came forward and grabbed the baby roughly from my mother.
The man plopped me right beside the baby boy.
He did a creepy smile.
"Might as well have fun" he said in his high cold whispering voice.
He pointed his wand at the two infants,
He waited a moment and said,
"Avada Kedavra!!!!!"
The light came towards us, but then something strange happened.
The green light then turned gold.
The gold light surrounded us, then shot right back at the man. The man was dueling with the light.
The gold light over came the green light, causing the green light to hit the man.
The gold light however hit him too, causing two pieces of light to come out of him. The light slowly came towards the two small children.
The light went through the children's foreheads. When the light made contact with the children's foreheads, my scar began to hurt badly.
That's when I saw the children whimpering and crying. On their foreheads was a clean scar the shape of a lightening bolt.
That cold high laugh echoed through my head.
The front door then swung open.
A man that looked half giant with a huge fur coat walked in first, then came a man with dark brown hair and warm brown eyes.
When he say my mother's dead corpse on the ground, he knelt down right beside her and started to sob.
He wiped his tears then remembered something.
He looked hastily around the room.
His eyes landed on me and gave a releasing sigh.
He tried to get up and his knees wobbled. His face was pale and clammy.
He walked over to little me and picked me up.
"I will never let anyone hurt you again." I heard him whisper to little me.
That was the last thing I saw in the so called dream or such. Till my eyes opened to see the attics under side roof.
I was trembling. I was breathing deeply, but it still wasn't helping.
I slowly got up and looked again in the cracked dirty mirror.
My eyes were now changing color from gold to dark purple.
I back away from the mirror.
I didn't want to deal with this tomfoolery anymore.
None of those deaths I saw were real.
Cathryn Isaac Thorn, your parents died in a car crash and you just have to believe that.
I looked into the mirror once again.
Instead of seeing the usual glum face I have grown used to know, I saw a girl with paper white skin, dark purple eyes with hair to match.
I didn't know what was real or fake anymore.