FictionPress.com - let the words flow| FictionPress.com - let the words flow |
| Home Just In Communities Forums Beta Readers Dictionary Search | Login Register Extras |
Chapter 1
“Leave me alone!” a voice laced with anger and fear rang through the crowded hall. A girl with freaky eyes – one as red as blood, another as black as a black hole that seemed to suck in light – stood alone in the middle of the sea of students.
The three words the girl had shouted out washed over the students and the illuminated bulbs hanging above their heads shattered as one, raining down shards of hot and broken glasses. Yelps and screams of pain could be heard from the students.
Jezebel Chernobog stood alone with her head down as the broken glass rained down around her. Anger was still pumping through her veins. The fear that had appeared earlier had been replaced by hatred so powerful that she had wished to cause as much misery and pain to the students that had taunted her earlier. A piece of broken glass grazed Jezebel’s milky white cheek and she winced slightly as a trickle of blood started to slide down her smooth cheek.
Jezebel brushed it roughly away with the back of her hand before turning around and pushed through the throng of students.
Jezebel pushed open the heavy front door and the pleasant April’s sun light shone down on her, highlighting her raven black hair and a cool breeze lifted Jezebel’s hair off her shoulders slightly.
Jezebel started to head towards a bench on her right. It was lunchtime so there was a lot of students outside, soaking up the pleasant warmth radiating from the sun. She kept her head down and her shoulder-length hair hid her face from any unfriendly glares. Jezebel sat down slowly and folded her arms protectively and sighed.
Strange things always seemed to happen whenever Jezebel was around. Especially when she was feeling some major negative feelings. Jezebel touched her cut lightly and winced as the pain flared like lightning streaking across the sky, as if warning her to stay away.
Jezebel thought back to what had happened earlier. She was eating alone in the corner as usual as no one would want to befriend The Freak and Mike the jock had provoked her, again. Jezebel had done nothing but glared at him and she earned herself a painful slap from Mike’s girlfriend, Tanya. And the next thing Jezebel knew, she was being surrounded by students, all of them chanting ‘freak, freak, freak’ over and over again! Jezebel had only remembered her tears blurring her vision, threatening to fall.
The sadness and shame had nearly overwhelmed Jezebel, then her sadness and shame had turned into fury and hatred. Jezebel had felt something burst forth inside her before the bulbs had exploded.
The bell rang suddenly, signaling to the students that lunchtime was over. The bell had startled Jezebel and she walked quickly back into the school building with an half-filled stomach.
She arrived in front of her adoptive parents’ home and checked her clothing and appearance with a mirror she kept in a bag before knocking on the white wooden door twice. Her adoptive parents hated her guts and would criticize her in anyway they could. They didn’t even give her the house key. Their excuse was they were afraid that Jezebel might steal their stuff when no one was home or something as dumb as that.
The doorknob twisted and turned before the door swung open to reveal a woman in her early forties with flowing brown hair that barely brushed her shoulders. Streaks of white could be seen clearly. The woman’s icy blue eyes narrowed the instance it laid on Jezebel.
“Do you want to come in or stay standing outside like that? Or do you wan me to invite you?” asked the icy blue eyes woman, Mrs Dent scathingly.
“Erm, you are blocking the way,” stammered Jezebel.
“Blocking the way, am I? Are you that fat that you cannot even get you good-for-nothing head of yours pass beside me?” snapped the annoyed woman.
Jezebel had to squeeze passed the woman before stumbling into the hallway lined with photos. None of it contain her photos. It was as if she didn’t even exist in this house! Mrs Dent slammed the door closed with a loud bang.
Jezebel heard someone talking in the living room. Before she had a chance to register who was the guest, Mrs Dent gave her such a forceful push that Jezebel nearly fell flat on her face.
“Your Uncle Dominique is here,” hissed Mrs Dent coldly before continuing. “Go in theer and greet him!”
Great. Just great. The person I hate the most is heer. I mean, he almost raped me the last time I was alone with him, for cryin’ out loud! What the heck am I going to do? thought Jezebel frantically.
“Jezebel! Get your disgusting face into the living room right now!” shouted Mr. Dent.
Oh damn! Guess I don’t have much choice then!
Jezebel strode into the living room and forced a smile on her full lips. Mr Dent glared at her like she was a speck of dirt of his snow white wall.
Jezebel’s eyes wandered to the guest and looked at the well built man sitting on and overstuffed sofa. The man’s handsome face was the same as ever and the sick smile on his lips was more than enough to make Jezebel want to kick something. Hard.
She collapsed onto the floor and leaned against the wall. Her adoptive parents hated it when Jezebel sat on their sofa.
He’d better not suggest anything like me staying with him for a few days or else I’m so going to castrate him when he’s asleep! thought Jezebel scathingly.
Jezebel rubbed her eyes tiredly, and accidentally touched the cut on her cheek. Wincing slightly, Jezebel realized that her adoptive parents didn’t even ask her about the cut.
PS - this story goes along with Different Eyes : Erich. Erich and Jezebel will meet each other in the stories’ sequel!! I’ll try to update the two stories simultaneously… :P
