I come from a pretty strange family. The truth is, I'm not sure about alot of stuff. My parents, well I barley knew them. They died by the time I turned 5. I was always told it was a car accident, but I never believed it.
I live with my aunt and my sister. We live in a small apartment in Phoenix Arizona. I was taught at a younge age to be thankful for the things that I have. Begging for stuff that you wanted wasn't okay.
I had started college recently. I am 21 and still trying to make a living. Working strange jobs on the side just to make a little money. I was fine with most of the jobs because I always had stephanie there to talk to me. Ever since we were 8, we'd walk to school and back from school. Most day's I'd go over to her house and we'd play in her backyard. Her parents split when she was 15 and her father moved to California. She would go there on breaks to visit him and his new family.
My family didn't like to talk about my parents. Whenever I'd ask about them they would back the question down or ignore it. I feel that they knew stuff that I didn't. They were keeping secrets from me and my sister.
My sister name is Alena. She was 2 years old when are parents passed away, so she never knew to much of them. She was always different about wanting to know of them and didn't seem to bother to much about it. She accepts the answer that she was given and tells me to accept it too.
I've lived my life in the unknown. Always keeping my feelings and secrets to myself, knowing that I wouldn't feel comfortable speaking about it. One day I noticed something happen to my hand. I came back from a job that got me hurt and I had cuts on my arm. The old man that runs the bar wanted me to go keep people out of the back of his shop for an hour for some quick cash. I did it thinking it can't be that bad, but turns out I was wrong. I came home and went right to my room. The cut was hidden from my jacket and the blood stain wasn't easy to see through the red sleeve.
When I got to the room I locked the door and pulled my sleeve up. One of the shattered glass bottles cut my vein. It was bleeding alot and I didn't know what to do. I went to my cabinet to see if I had anything that could help, but there was nothing.
I grabbed a cloth and held it down on it and wiped my tears away. Then the weirdest thing happened to me. The pain stopped. I froze. What was happening? I looked down at my arm and what was happening shocked me. Instead of it being white like it usually was, it was a dark blue with purple spots. It had healed the cuts.
What was this? I had no idea what was going on. It was only happening in the spot on my arm that had been cut, but it was slowly fading. After 8 minutes, the blue and purple was gone. My arm was back to being white. What had just happened? I felt a cold wind blow from my window. I looked over to see and it turns out that I wasn't alone.
A droid stood at the window, looking fascinated at my arm scanning everything that it could. Then it vanished away into the air. I ran to my window to see that it was going away. I didn't know what to do. What will happen if anyone saw what was happening to me? Is this something that others go through? What the hell even was that?
There were so many thoughts going through my head that I couldn't think right. I grabbed my head and held it tight as the thoughts raced through it.
Then a knock at my bedroom door.
"Hey Anthony, are you coming to dinner?", my aunt said with a knock.
"Yeah I'll be right there." I responded. My head was cleared and I went on to dinner. That night I layed in bed trying to ignore the events that had just happened. I fell asleep that night not knowing of the world I'd wake up too. The next few weeks would change my life forever. I would learn the secrets that my family kept away from me. I'd commit the murder of my best friend to save my family...