I flopped down onto my bed, landing on my stomach, and burying my face into my fluffiest stuffed bear. It was my normal routine. I had celebrated my 17th birthday a week before hand, but nothing had changed at all for me. None of my family truly understood me to begin with. I wasn't even supposed to have been born, but it was way too late for any of us to give that any thought.

My dad had died when I was 5, so only mom celebrated my birthday with me, but any other day she would be super busy with work. Even though I helped make money by making things for her to sell, she didn't spend any of the money from it. Instead, she would set it all aside, just as she had for my sisters. Unlike me, they had naturally lost their abilities. Or, at least, Jacey had. Katrina said that she had lost her powers as well, but I knew better.

On her own, Kat was pretty useless. I mean, she worked part time in an auction house, and she was able to use her powers there, not that she told mom about it.

Kat had always been the worst to me. She resented me, not only for being an abnormal existence, but for also having both the God's Sight and God's Hand. She hated that she had only been born with the sight, unable to do anything more than look at things. It hadn't been like I'd asked to be born the way I had. But there was always more to her than met the eye.

If I looked at her for more than a few seconds, she would become angry and defensive. I didn't understand, but I quickly learned just not to look at her.

Of course, when my 17th birthday came, she was so happy with the thought that, just like everyone else in our family, I would lose my powers. She only felt rage when she found out that I still had my powers.

It wasn't like my powers really had any use, since the portals that the dark creatures used to enter my home-world stopped appearing over 10 years before hand. I didn't have any enemies to fight or stop, I had just become a typical freak.

And, the week since my birthday, I became my sisters plaything. She only saw the ways she could use me anymore, and each day got worse. Even our own mother had started to fear her. I may as well have been all alone.