Prolouge
Im not your average teenage girl, no sir. I live in a church where I'm my pastor's pet. Yes, indeed I am. Legend say's that one day a girl with a scar looking like a upside down V is a fallen angel. A fallen angel with immortality running through her veins. The pastor found me in a tree one day I was only eight years old. It was raining like hell that day. I was drenched in rain. The pastor also found my parent's, he took us inside the church. Back then he was friendly, he was healing us but when he saw my scar he ran to get the priest. The priest ripped the back of my white dress and gasped. He grabbed my hair and led me to this room. The others searched my parent's but the look on the priest face when he saw my mother was hungry. He took my mother to a room and my mother screamed and tried to fight him off. So did my father but,they held him down, and I watched in horror as they thrust a knife through my father's stomach.
I ran for my mother and she held me close to her chest. The priest yanked me from my hair but I didnt give up the fight, The pastor grabbed my little legs and yanked me away from my mom. I screamed for my mom and so did she. The priest grew tired of my mother screaming and fighting him off. My father ran to the priest and pushed him away from my mom and my mother ran to me. Then we heard a bullet. My mom eyes widened then her mouth started to fill up with blood.
"Mommy!" I screamed.Even though my mother and father can handle lots of pain but they can never survive a bullet in the heart. The heart is our weakness but other than that were unstoppable but if were bleeding then were a goner.
"Dont worry baby girl. Im here, it just my shoulder." But by the looks of it I knew she was lying.She hugged me and I hugged her back but the priest grabbed me and put a knife under my chin, My mom screamed. My dad ran to the priest and took me away from him but the priest reached in time to cut his cheek. I winced in pain when I saw the amount of blood that came down rolling from his cheek.
"Give me the girl or else I will shoot your wife." The priest pointed the gun at my mom and she looked at my dad with desperate eyes. I moved away from my dad and I went towards the priest."Aww aint that a good girl but too bad I dont keep my promises." Then the gun went off. I screamed as the bullet hit my mommy's heart and blood bloomed in her chest like roses. My eyes widened in horror, No not her heart! I screamed in my head.
My dad ran to her and his eyes turned dark red. He ran to the priest but the other men that were there tackled my dad and punched him several times but he kept going towards the priest. Then the pastor hit him in the head with a candle holder then my father was unconsious.
My mother is dead, my father is defeated. What else is there to lose? My freedom.
