Prologue|Funeral

Waterfall - Stargate ft Sia and P!nk

I stared as the coffin was finally lowered six feet under the ground, my tears going along with it. It was all my fault. I shouldn't have brought that up. I could still see the fresh memories of last week.

A week ago

"How was school today?" She asked as she made a u-turn to our estate. I shrugged and stared at the big buildings trying to move my attention elsewhere.

"You know. The usual. Students running from me and calling me a freak because of the way I look, protecting Leroy from the bullies, and still searching for my biological parents. People who look exactly like me." I told her and she sighed.

"Why don't you ever listen Patricia?" She started and I frowned. I hated that name so much. "There was no trace of a human being when you were found at the garden. Stop stressing yourself Patricia. I love you as a daughter not less. You won't get anywhere doing this." She said and I faced her, annoyed.

"Look around you mom. Travel around Scotland. Have you ever seen anyone like me? I don't fucking belong here!" I screamed, and she closed her eyes and opened it.

"We have to get to the store to get some vegetables for your father." She said and my blood began to boil.

"All your ever care about is that good for nothing deformed pig who sits at home all day, staring out of the window!" I screamed and she slammed on the brakes. The rain harshly pouring on the car as the dark weather got darker. Scotland was definitely a sight to see. I could hear the honks of cars passing us by.

"That man, my husband, your father, you will speak about him with respect. He went through a lot in that accident and don't forget how autistic he is," she said lowly and my eyes widened. I hated to be told the truth. I knew Jack never liked me because he was autistic. But mom's whole family liked me neither. I've been called many names by them. Witch, alien, forbidden fruit, ugly, cursed, bad omen, and so on. I was an outcast and because of me, they isolated themselves from mom. But mom didn't care. She took me as hers. At first I was homeschooled because of my looks, then I chose to be out in public and regretted it.

"But he doesn't want me. He never accepted me. He's scared of my looks. Your whole family are. I wanna know where I came from." I told her and she glared at me.

"Never bring this up again." She told and I growled as the familiar hot feeling grew inside of me.

"I wanna know who I am!" I screamed and the car got in flames. I stared at her codly as she screamed for help in flames. I wanted to help her but I couldn't, the fire got over me, eating my soul. The car blew up and I fell out and hit the ground. My eyes widened as I stared at the mess I created.

"Mom!" I screamed and tried to run forward but the people who gathered stopped me.

"Let me go. My mom's in there. She's gonna die. Someone help her out." I cried as I watched the car burn. Soon I heard sirens and fire fighters and an ambulance showed up. I watched in horror as mom's burned body was pulled on a stretcher. That was my mom. It was all my fault. I killed her out of my selfish reason.

"That's my mom, where are you taking her!" I screamed as she was kept in the ambulance. I remember answering some questions and entering the ambulance too before I passed out.

I shut my eyes as more hot tears poured. It was no use mourning over a person I killed. She was good to me. She picked me up and took me in as her daughter despite her family rejecting me. The floor was covered and a tombstone was placed on it with her initials.

"Goodbye mom." I whispered and pushed Jack on his wheelchair forward. I was scared of life now. I had to take care of Jack. It was the least I could do for her since no one in her family liked him too.

"P-p-p," Jack stuttered and I followed his pointy finger to stare at the three human beings without joy in their lives. Gran Leith, Aunt Rory and Uncle Brodie. Mom's family.

"Here they come." I whistled as they stormed towards us. Uncle Brodie holding Gran and Aunt Rory, matching in Soldier steps.

"You bloody witch. You finally succeeded in killing my first child!" Gran screamed in her high pitched voice, almost swatting me with her hand fan and I fought the urge to sneer at her and adjusted my black knee length coat.

"Be careful ma, your blood level might rise again." Uncle Brodie warned and I snorted, earning a death glare from Aunt Rory.

"We have come to let you know that you're no longer welcome at our sister's house. You and your father," she eyed Jack and I tightened my hold on his wheelchair.

"We spoke to the lawyer and we told him we would take care of the both of you ourselves. So no need for foster homes," she said and I narrowed my eyes at her.

"But to make your life miserable, you only have 24 hours to leave the mansion. You'll be given some money to start with. You leave with your father and never come back," she said and they turned giving me the stink eye before they left. I watched their silhouettes as tears fell from my eyes. There was nothing I could do. They were wealthy and famous people and could get away with anything. I pushed Jack's wheelchair forward as I moved too. This was the beginning of a new hard adventure.

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