Beyond Your Ken -Book One

Chapter One__The Beautiful One

~THE BEAUTIFUL ONE

•Thora Violet•
I've always wanted a simple beautiful life but it turns out life throws out all the bullshit on me and gives me a lot of lemons to calm down.

A complete blackout had occurred to me while I lay down almost lifeless at the school's hallway. The smell of blood, the sight of blood made my cries heavier. Their laughter as they walked away, leaving me all alone at the hallway to die. I slowly lifted up an arm from the floor and slowly touched my head in fear. I looked at my bloody palm and my heaving fastened.

I was going to die. I knew I was.

The trauma from when I lost both my parents in the car accident flashed through my mind.

As a little girl who was only eight years old, I was locked up at the backseat of the car. Fear eluded my mind as I lye on my face cramped in the blood dirt metal of the car. The smiling faces of my loving parents were shut off. I tried to move a finger but I was stuck at the backseat. My little voice as a kid was unheard. My yells were unheard. I stared at the corpse with a grim and shuddering fascination.

Frozen on the spot, I was stuck with my dead parents. A cry for help in the middle of the street at night was really meaningless but I still cried out. I cried out all I can till I heard my voice no more.

Fear. A lot of fear gripped me.

"Mom," I said in a whisper. I looked over at my dad whose head was definitely splitting in halves. "Dad." I cried. It took minutes, hour, hours and I was still stayed at one place starring at the bodies of my parents.

My fear turned to immeasurable guilt. It was my fault it happened.

I thought that would be the last time I ever see the sight of too much blood in my hands. That had to be the last time. But I became a hated Victim under his charms.

Two months ago, I moved in to what the people called the 'Riches town'. It was a nickname formed within the neighborhood and I could see why when I moved in to my aunts home. It was an estate with a lot of classy duplex houses. I was finally free from living off my deceased parents friends for years after the accident. I have been isolating myself for as long as I could remember after the tragic accident. Most people called me 'weird' and I didn't mind. Why do I have to force myself to talk to people I don't like?

The night before I was to make a first appearance in my new school, I locked the door to my ensuite bedroom. I looked at the room smiling to myself. My almost queen sized bed at the corner of the room and the all white painting, Natalie, my aunt had done before I moved in was okay to me.

My fitted wardrobe was closer to the bathroom door and I had a nude sofa chair which sat before the bed. The light lamps sat right next to the sides of the bed and I placed the desk far away from the bed. I hated learning.

What I've always done in my quiet time was to dance. I started going for dance classes after my parents passed away and I knew I was born for it. I get soaked in dance and allows music to get to me. It made me forget the pains and the guilt. I've always blamed myself for my parents death even as a child and I've never allowed anyone in my life.

Not even Natalie. Not even the friends I made in my old school.

I let my auburn chestnut wavy hair loose on my shoulders and closed my eyes in the room. At the background was Ariana's, No tears left to cry song. My hands went up in the air as I swayed my hips here and there. I bent down low and sat on my toes singing along to the song. I sexually rose from my toes and whirled in the room. I had the song on repeat and lost count of how many hours I've been dancing.