Supernatural

I've always thought I was different but never really thought about it. Like there were two side of me; a good and a bad side. Like when I was little, I was 6 years old, I was out playing in the back yard and a bird came flying around and ran into the window scaring the crap out me. It was flopping around trying to fly but it couldn't fly. I picked it up by cuffing it into my hands. I went to touch its wing and a blueish glow came up showing and he flew out of my hands. I smiled at the bird and waved goodbye to it. My mother came out to see what had happened. "Momma, a bird flew into the window and broke its wing. I picked it up and touched his wing and it flee away." I told her smiling. She smiled at me, touched my head, then walked back into the house, and I went back to what I was doing. Playing. Then there was a time I was 13 years old, I were in school at lunch with friends eating my food, when a boy name; Nick came over and was bothering me and my girls. Mostly Karen though. "Hey pretty thang." He said when he touched her hair. "Stop Nick, your gonna mess my hair up and I just got it done." Karen told him. "I know, its cute." He told her. "Why you always messing around. Expressly with me and the girls. You know I don't like that." She said. "Oh come on, Karen. You know I only do it because I like yea." "Yea, sure." She snorted a little. He went to touch her again and she didn't like it. She kept telling him to stop and I was getting tired of it. So I had spoke up, kinda wish I didn't. "Leave her alone!" I yelled at him and when I did he flew against the wall next to us. I was shocked at what just happened. So was everyone else they just stared at me. I had gotten up threw my trash away and ran out of the lunch room. I wanted to walk out the school and walk home. I mean it wasn't far far, but it was a walk though. So I ran into the bathroom and hid in the big stall until a teacher came and got me. When the teacher came and got me, my father was the only one in the principal's office. My mother was on a business trip. The principal had told my father what had happened at lunch that I had gotten into a small fight which that wasn't even what had happened at all but I just kept my mouth shut. I had gotten a three day suspension from school and grounded for two weeks from my father. "Go gather your things from your locker and I'll meet you in the car." My father had told me. "Yes, daddy." I said as I got up from the chair and walked out of the principals office to go to my locker. Everyone was looking at me, as I walked out the office to my locker. I heard people talking but either couldn't hear them or understand them or just didn't want to hear them. As I got to my locker I grabbed my stuff, closed my locker hard making people around me jump, and headed outside to the car. When I got to the car, my father didn't say a word to me. He just drove off and headed home. When we got home, I got out and ran inside the house to go to my room. But before I even hit the stairs my father slammed the door and called my name. "Heather, stopped now!" He yelled. I done what he had said and turned around. "I'm calling your mother and telling her what had happened and were gonna talk about this when I'm done. Do you understand me, young lady." "Yes, daddy." I said as I shook my head. "Now go to your room and think what had happened today." He told me as he got his phone out to call my mother. I ran up to my room and slammed the door and jumped onto my bed. I started to tear up a little bit but stopped when I heard my father opened the door. I pretend that I had fallen asleep so we didn't have to talk. He walked over to me covered me up, kissed my forehead, turned my light out, and walked out the room closing the door but leaving a c***k open, where you can see the over head light from the hall that was on for a night light. Then about the time I was 15 years old, s**t started happening to me. It was freaking me out. It was the summer that both good and bad stuff were going on. People started coming into the house, my mother would hid me in the closet in their room and she would go help my father. All I heard was screams and loud noises and gun shots going off downstairs. I was scared. I started crying. I just wanted my parents. I got out of the closet ran downstairs to where they were and saw a man was on my mother, while my father was fighting with another man. I screamed at the man that was on my mother. "GET OFF MY MOTHER!" With that anger that came out of me, sent him flying off my mother, then he turned into ash. When that had happened, the other guy had looked at me and got distracted and my father stabbed him and a white glow came out of his eyes and he was dead. I ran to my mother crying. She grabbed a hold me, rocking me. My father grabbed us both and hugged us. My father had helped us up and my mother helped me into my room and laid me on my bed and cuddled with me until I had fallen asleep. I don't know how many hours it had been but what woken me up was my parents fighting downstairs about what had happened. "They came here for her, Kyle." "We don't know that, Sarah." "Yes, we do. She's coming of that age where her powers are fully coming in." My mother had said. "I get that she's special, like that note had said when that man dropped her off on our front steps when she was a baby. But I wasn't exactly expecting this kind of special with powers like a demon and an angel." What! I'm not their child. And what do you mean I have powers like a demon and an angel. "The man that dropped her off explained what she was in the letter, and we still kept her like she was ours. Because we could not have kids." My father had said to her. They were both arguing over nonsense, when I got up and walked out the room to the stop of the steps. They didn't even know until I spoke crying. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR NOT MY PARENTS!" I said crying. They turned to me and my father came up the stairs to hold me. "Honey, I'm sorry we woke you up." He told me. "Yes, sweetie. We're so sorry. Why don't you go back to bed and we'll talk about this in the morning." My mother said. "No! I want to talk about this now." I spoke. My father sighed and walked me down the stairs to the couch and told me what they were arguing about. "What you heard, about us not being your real parents is true. When you were 2 years old, a man had dropped you off our steps with a note. Telling us that to look after you and take care of you. And that you were very special. Telling us that your mother was an angel from heaven and that he, your father was a demon." My mother had said. "Us as hunters we kill demons and other supernatural beings but with you it was different. You were just a baby." My father said. "As we brought you in, the note said as well that bad people had killed your mother and that your father got away with you to save you." My mother spoke. "He told us, to watch over your powers as they grow stronger that people will come for you because your not suppose to be here. Like alive or even born. That demons and angels are not suppose to be together or anything." My father added. "So we took you in; bath you, clothed you, feed you as our own. Since I couldn't have kids of my own." My mother said. "Tomorrow, we're going to uncle Bobby's so he can help us and put a spell on you to hold your powers and hide you from demons and angels. The note had told us when you became of age around 16, you would become into your powers fully and that we need to put an angelic sign/warning on you to keep you safe from them." My father had said. "Oh, okay. What does this sign look like?" I asked them. "Its hard to explain what it looks like really, but Uncle Bobby is gonna find it, take us to a tattoo place and have them put it on you." My father said. The next day, we had went over to uncle Bobby's house. He was like another father to me. When both NY parents had gone out of town for "business trips" try would drop me off here and stay as long as they were gone. I done all my schooling online since uncle Bobby lived to far from my school. The good part about going to uncle Bobby's was I got to learn new hunting styles. Like how to fight by hand or knife or anything actually. I loved it there, it was fun. Once we got there, uncle Bobby had the symbol that we needed and head over to a tattoo parlor to get it put on me. While on the way there I had brought up something. "Is there a way we can put something around it to make it look cute or nice where no one can notice it or even ask about it." I asked. They looked at uncle Bobby about that. "Yea, sure just we'll just tell the person thats doing it how you would like it." When we got there I had brought up how I would like it and the colors. The guy that done it said no problem and started working on it. Once he go done drawing it he had asked me where I wanted it and I told him on my leg. (Picture of what the tattoo looks like that Heather had gotten.)  After I had gotten the tattoo, we had left and went back home. It was a good night until we were followed home and were raided with men. Father had ran me into my mothers arms towards the stairs. While he started fighting the 1st couple of men. My mother had ran up to their room and blocked the door with the dresser. But that didn't stop them from coming in. One of the men had busted the door open with the dresser being behind it and threw a knife at my mothers shoulder. She had token the knife out of her shoulder and ran to the man that got her stabbing him out the door down the stairs. "Mother!" I screamed. I ran after her and saw that both her and the man on the floor both dead. The knife in his chest and her breaking her neck on the fall. I ran down the stairs to her, crying. I was so into my mother that I didn't even know that someone was behind me until my father had shot his gun and I saw a man falling beside me. I looked up at the last second when it had happened, but when I did a man came behind my father and stabbed him in the back out his chest. I screamed. "Father!!" I was so hurt, so down right scared, I didn't even know what to do. Then I saw that man take his knife out of my father and started coming at me. I grabbed the one that my mother had stabbed the one guy with and tried stabbing him. He cut my arm a little but I got him in the head. Then a few more came running towards me. I put my arms up and screamed. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!" Then they all went up in ash. I had gotten up from my mother and went to my father and hugged him crying. "I am soo sorry, father for everything. This would not had happened if I weren't here." I said crying my eyes out. I dont know how long I was there, crying my eyes out until I saw the sun started going down. I had got up went to my room grabbed my duffle bag and started filling it up with things I needed. I put about 4 outfits in there, a couple bras, socks, and underwear. My brush, toothbrush and toothpaste. Then went into my parents room and grabbed all the money they had in the safe in my duffle bag. Then I had went into their closet where they had kept some of there weapons at. I took one of there 38 pistols, a couple boxes of bullets, and a knife. After putting them in my duffle bag I was about to walk out the room until I had saw my mothers cross. I gave it to her on mothers day when I was 10 years old. She never took it off hardly other than business trips. I grabbed it and put it on. I grabbed my duffle bag and went back down stairs. I hugged both of my dead parents bodies and walked out of the house. I went to sit on the porch swing for a moment to cry at what just happened and started thinking of my uncle Bobby. I wanted no one but my uncle Bobby. One moment I closed my eyes and the next I was falling on my butt in uncle Bobby's living room right in front of uncle Bobby. "What the hell Heather? What are you doing here?" He asked when he got up from his deck and ran to me. I started crying again. "Mother and father are dead." I cried out. "What!? Yall just left me 4 hours ago. What happened?" "When he got home, we got hit. Men followed us, I'm guessing." I cried out some more. "Father ran us in the house, pushed me and mother upstairs, we went to her room and blocked the door but that didnt help. One of the men busted through, threw a knife at mom." I told him still crying. He grabbed a hold of me rubbing my back. "She took the knife out if her shoulder and ran after the man out the door down the stairs. They both were died. I ran to her and I wasn't looking behind me and father shot the man and when I looked up another man stabbed him and came after me. But I screamed and told them; 'LEAVE ME ALONE!!!', and they went up in ash." I told him "Heather I am so sorry." He told me while rocking us, trying to calm me down. "How did you get here?" "I don't really know. I was packing my duffle bag with stuff to come here. I went on the porch swing for a moment to cry and thought of you and here I am." I told him. "I didnt know I could do that." "Yea angel and demons can do that. Well mostly angels can when ever they want to. Demons have to be summon to do that. But anyways thats not the point. The point is I'm glad your here safe." He told me kissing my forehead. "Let's get you to your room and settle down and rest." He told me as he helped me up and grabbed my duffle bag. After he grabbed my bag we went up to my room that I had here when I stayed here. When he walked in there, he kissed my head and left me in there to myself. I wanted to be alone to myself. Everything was all new to me. The powers from both angel and demon. That means I'm gonna be hunted for the rest of my life. But since I have this tattoo I'm protect as for right now. So I'm gonna live life as of right this second. Not worry about a damn thing. Just me and uncle Bobby. A new life. Hunters style.