Dream ~

My breath was rapid as they same near. The coldness of me emailing me shiver. "Come here little one." One said with scary pointy teeth. I move to the back of my cage, not wanting them to get me. Their electric stick makes me cry out with phi, "You need to be a good girl, good girls don't get hurt." A guy wearing white said, to be honest I like black better. Tears fell from my face " Leave me alone, please." Pointed smile guy laughed, it sounded animalistic and scared three year. His breath was warm and scared me " We will never leave you alone, as long as your alive, you belong to us. No matter where you are... We WILL find you." Everything melted and all that was left was light.

I wake up in a start and hit my head on the shelf above me. I rub my forehead and slowly my breathing went back to normal. I had that dream again. I don't know what it means but I always wake up sweat drenched and breathing heavily.

The funeral my brain reminded me. Oh yeah. Crap, what would I wear? If your their family then they'll love you no matter what condition your in. I smile, today I got a family. ☺

I hand comb my straight black hair the best I could and attempt to clean my jacket off a little. I go to the window and climb leisurely down the woodwork.

I'm only like 6 feet up when I dropped to the ground. I sat on the front stoop, waiting.

I hate waiting.

Soon cars where seen in the distance. Doubt and nervousness arose and I felt a bit sick. Would they like me? They're family, they kinda have to like me.

Go to the cemetery. A voice inside me said inside me.

I walked down to the bottom of the hill that the mansion sat on. 12 crumbling tombstones were spread out across a green meadow that was ringed by trees. I heard the sound of rushing water. was that a creek? I saw that some tombstones were so old the writing faded away. I would have loved to live here and I could've if it wasn't for being homeless and the owner being dead. from here the mansion was dark and gloomy.

People gathered; none of them saying anything. Some looked at me with disgust. Others....interest? I didn't feel welcome. Two people stuck out - a girl with long reddish-brown hair wearing a long black dress and a boy with dark blond hair wearing... ninja clothes? They both had jade green eyes. Kinda like mine sometimes.

I wanted to talk to them but the funeral started.

************TIME LAPSE*************

I thought kinda stupid that my family hired a hearse to move Grace Cahill a hundred yards down the driveway. Storm clouds rumbled overhead. From behind me I heard "Look, guys," a girl said. "We caught a rat!"

For a moment I thought they were talking to me but when I turned around and saw two muscular sisters holding up the dark blond boy. In front stood the boy's sister.

"Let's fling him into the creek," One girl said

"I wanna fling him into the bushes!" Her sister yelled "We never do my ideas!"

An older boy laughed like an idiot, their brother I suppose. Next to him a woman and man grinned. Was this fun to them?

"Now, girls," the man said. "We can't go flinging people at a funeral. This is a happy occasion!"

"Amy!" blond boy called. "A little help here?"

His sister, Amy, stood there mumbling "Dr-dr-drop..."

She wasn't going to get anything done.

I ran up to the family " Hey! Drop him!"

The sisters looked at me and dropped the boy on his head.

"Ow!' the boy said rubbing his head.

The sisters still looked at me " And why should I listen to you?"

I go on a hunch "I'm older than you."

The girl looked at my small body, tall but dangerously skinny. "Uh -huh how old are you?"

"15" I say in all seriousness. "Four years older than you."

The girls huffed and walked off, not before yelling to the brother and sister " Get a good last look around the house, you're not going to be invited back here anymore, now that the old witch is dead."

"Rawr!" Said the dog

I looked at the brother and sister. Amy, the sister asked if he was alright and he nodded "Man I hate the Holts."

I clear my throat and held out my hand "Hello, I'm Anastasia Marie. Are you guys okay?"

The boy didn't shake my hand but spoke "Hi, I'm Dan and this is Amy." He pointed to his sister who looked at me curiously.

Amy spoke "I - I've never se- se- seen you around or heard of the Maries. Where are you from?"

"I'm from New York. Reason why you've never seen me is because this is my first time here and Marie isn't my last name - it's part of my first."

Amy nodded "So what is your last name?"

I rub my neck awkwardly "Well, um, I- I don't have a last name. I just found out I had a family yesterday."

Dan, now interested, said "Wait a minute, you are an orphan? You said you are from New York City."

I blush "I kinda lived on the streets."

Amy gave me a sorry look but it changed to fear "Dan we got bigger problems then the Holts."

"The Cobras" Dan muttered.

The Cobras? As in snakes? What is my family.