Prologue:
"Harper! Aren't te happy she's eating with us?" Gwen asked happily. Harper shot her sister a glare. "It shouldn't be a big deal that your step-mother decides to eat with you." Harper spit out, looking back at the book she was reading. Gwen's face fell. She didn't care what Harper thought, she was going to make the best of this. Their step-mother, Lyn, hadn't eaten with them in 2 months. Gwen walked down the hall toward the kitchen, her sister's words echoing in her head.
Chapter 1 *Gwen*
Divorce. God, I HATE that word. It's like something something toxic. Something that can ruin lives with a single uttering. Well, that's exactly what my step-mom and dad decided was "nessecary" so now, I'm stuck in this new life. Pretending everything okay, pretending I don't want to explode. Don't get me wrong, something's in my life haven't changed, like weekdays at my mom's. But every other weekend, I journey to a different place, something that seems like an entirely different world.
I found out Thanksgiving night. I just spent an amazing holiday with my mom's side of the family and my dad picked me up to head to my uncle's in Oklahoma. I still had that "Aren't Holidays great?" look plastered on my face when I first saw him. Something was off. I didn't say anything fearing what I would hear. I was 13, I reminded myself. I could handle anything. We got in the stuffed car, left over sweet potatos in hand. We weren't a mile away when he dropped the bomb. My sister and I burst out into sobs. We all cried together in that darkcar. After two hours a deathly silence overtook us. As silent tears fell, I made a decision. After tonight there would be no più tears. I would cut her out of my life and throw all the emotions away. I would not let this kill me. I was to strong for that. My eyes slowly drooped but my mind wouldn't slow down. I sat there for a long time, until my mind let the pleasant numbness of sleep fall over me.
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I decided to make the first chapter quite short. I want to see if anyone thinks it is worth continuing.... I'm new and am in desperate need of some feedback. :)
"Harper! Aren't te happy she's eating with us?" Gwen asked happily. Harper shot her sister a glare. "It shouldn't be a big deal that your step-mother decides to eat with you." Harper spit out, looking back at the book she was reading. Gwen's face fell. She didn't care what Harper thought, she was going to make the best of this. Their step-mother, Lyn, hadn't eaten with them in 2 months. Gwen walked down the hall toward the kitchen, her sister's words echoing in her head.
Chapter 1 *Gwen*
Divorce. God, I HATE that word. It's like something something toxic. Something that can ruin lives with a single uttering. Well, that's exactly what my step-mom and dad decided was "nessecary" so now, I'm stuck in this new life. Pretending everything okay, pretending I don't want to explode. Don't get me wrong, something's in my life haven't changed, like weekdays at my mom's. But every other weekend, I journey to a different place, something that seems like an entirely different world.
I found out Thanksgiving night. I just spent an amazing holiday with my mom's side of the family and my dad picked me up to head to my uncle's in Oklahoma. I still had that "Aren't Holidays great?" look plastered on my face when I first saw him. Something was off. I didn't say anything fearing what I would hear. I was 13, I reminded myself. I could handle anything. We got in the stuffed car, left over sweet potatos in hand. We weren't a mile away when he dropped the bomb. My sister and I burst out into sobs. We all cried together in that darkcar. After two hours a deathly silence overtook us. As silent tears fell, I made a decision. After tonight there would be no più tears. I would cut her out of my life and throw all the emotions away. I would not let this kill me. I was to strong for that. My eyes slowly drooped but my mind wouldn't slow down. I sat there for a long time, until my mind let the pleasant numbness of sleep fall over me.
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I decided to make the first chapter quite short. I want to see if anyone thinks it is worth continuing.... I'm new and am in desperate need of some feedback. :)
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
Here I spread the colori of my life
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want te to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between o I'll blow te up with flames of fire
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want te to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between o I'll blow te up with flames of fire