Cara
Prologue
"Stay away from me, please, I don't want to hurt you," I begged. Scared I'd do serious damage. They just looked at me like I was crazy. One of the guys - he looked to be the one in charge - walked up to me and spoke."You're nothing, just a freak looking for a place to fit in. Guess what, you're not welcome here." The words hurt, not because what he said was mean and cruel, but because it was true. With a curt nod on his head, he then signaled to his boys, and they started beating me up. At some point I have gained conciseness, everywhere was aching. My head is pounding. I never asked for this. What did I ever do to deserve such a fate?
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Chapter One
Cara's POV
Knock, knock
The pounding on the door woke me with a start. The quick movement is making me dizzy and nauseous. The dream I had was still fresh in my mind. I've been having these dreams for as long as I can remember, and it's the same one every time.
The pounding continued: "Where is it coming from?" I tried to place the sound through my groggy mind. The extremely loud sound seems to be coming from the door. I focused on it for a bit, my eyes still slightly blurry from sleep. A couple of seconds later, the door came into view. My eyes immediately focused on the handle as the person behind the door started rattling the handle of the door, in frustration.
At this point, I was getting really pissed. I wasn't in the mood right now, and it didn't help that I was in immense pain accompanied by a pounding headache. I don't know what happened, but it was suddenly silent. I think they got the message, I hope they got it. I sighed. I so don't want to leave the room, but I have no choice in the matter. I glanced towards the clock on my nightstand, it read 5:15 am. I sighed again.
With great effort, I got off the bed and made my way to the shower. I glanced at the mirror. I was an absolute mess. I look like a bird's nest, I have dark circles, my skin feels gross and pale, and I look like I haven't eaten a proper meal in days, probably because you have Cara, I thought to myself. I hunched over the sink in frustration. I can't keep living like this. I just can't.
It doesn't help that the recent accruing nightmares really got to me. It's weird really. If I recall correctly, I was being beaten up by a bunch of boys, and I was talking about powers and hurting. It didn't really make much sense to me. There's also the fact that there're no males in this school whatsoever. It's an all girl school for crying out loud.
My brain was churning trying to figure out the dream, I came up empty. I sigh. All this is just adding to my already pounding head. I really don't need this in my life. It's hard enough, I'm in this hellhole.
You're probably wondering what I'm going on about, you see I'm a prisoner here, well not really, but in a sense I am. I'm not permitted to interact with anyone here. I've to do chores, even though there are cleaners to do them, and I get a minimal amount of food. If that's not a prisoner, I don't know what it is. It sure sounds like a prison to me.
Anyway, as I was saying. I'm a prisoner, where you may ask. Well, none other than Primrose Boarding school for Rich Kids. Yup, you heard me right, it is a place. It's located in not-so-sunny Galway. Don't get me wrong, Galway is breathtakingly beautiful, with its lunch rolling hills, peaceful atmosphere and the sweet, earthy smell of nature, it's hard not to love Galway, even if it does rain 99 per cent of the time. Luckily, I find it calming, not that I can complain. I'm rarely allowed outside.
Flashback
Once I decided to leave the cause, I spotted a magpie - such a beautiful creature, even though they take all your shiny things - the poor little birdie's left wing were broken and it kept hopping in circles. I felt for the creature, so I snuck out by the back door.
I of course knew I'd get in serious trouble if I ever got caught, but at that moment I didn't care. How could I? I was only 10 at the time and my curious 10-year-old self mind wanted to help along with having a friend. It all went well for a couple of days, somehow I managed to take care of the bird without getting caught. I got arrogant, I should have known better. It was a sunny morning - a rare occurrence - and I was over the moon. Siver, the magpie, was all the better now, and I thought I'd release him back into the wild. So I did.
I watched happily as he took flight, gliding through the sky so effortlessly. I remember feeling at ease and content watching him, wondering what it would feel like to feel so free, and right on cue, the shouting began. It took me by surprise, as I wasn't expecting it.
"Cara, you ungrateful girl." I was startled by the intensity of her voice. She sounded like I killed her precious cat in cold blood, which I didn't. I faced the direction of the sound. The sound was coming from Mrs. Troth. Oh, how I hated her. Out of all the faculties, I hated her the most, her and the Principal. Mrs. Throth is a middle-aged woman, tall and quite thin. Right now, she stomped her way towards me, her face red, and if this was a cartoon, she'd have steam coming out of her ear. If it wasn't for the situation at hand, just the of it would have me cracking up.
The fierce tug on my arm jolted me back to reality. "Ow, ow," I cried. "You're hurting me. Stop, please, stop." Alas, my plea fell on deaf ears. She was dragging me, along with rambling on how ungrateful, and how much trouble I was in, and blah, blah, blah, I was thinking to myself, she's quite strong for quite a stick of a woman.
That day I was taught a serious lesson, what will happen if an orphan child who doesn't belong is disobedient.
End of Flashback
"You insolent child." I was jolted back to earth by shouting. I have completely forgotten some was at the other side of my bedroom door. s**t, I muttered, making my way to the door. Upon opening it, I was met with a red face, Ms. Carther. I'm so in for a beating.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't hear you, please forgive me." I really didn't want a beating. The last ones are barely healed. Ms. Carter stepped into the room, pure hatred written all over her face. I gulped, stepping back. "Please, I... Before I had the chance to finish, I was hit with full force. The telltale sting that came from such impact danced across my cheeks. It hurt so bad, I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I won't. I refuse to give her satisfaction. "Don't cry Cara, don't let her see how weak you are," I chanted to myself.
A look of satisfaction played on her face. She was enjoying it. What, sick people enjoy inflicting pain on others. "That will teach you." I didn't once look at her. I couldn't, afraid I'll do something I'll regret. Get up and get dressed, you have work to do. "We won't let you stay here free of charge, she snarled." Cradling my cheek, I rose. "Yes, miss, I replied.
Without a second glance, she left. I waited, making sure she was a safe distance away. Walking to my mirror, I inspected the bruise. My left cheek was decorated with a handprint, all red and blotchy. I pocked at it. "Ouch," I cried out in pain. I stared at the girl in the mirror. Her face was pale and her eyes empty. What have I done to deserve such fate?
