The Breath Of Life novel Chapter 1

Lost

I held my tears as I stood there watching my parents sign the papers.

They don't want me!

I looked down, gripping my skirt that mom put me in before leaving my home, my lovely home.

"She'll be okay Mrs. Reed. I'll take good care of her." A woman's voice said from afar. In her voice was a lie.

"Please take good care of our daughter, she's very special. To us and everyone." That was my father, his voice low and dull.

"I understand Mr. Reed."

I sat up when I heard chairs scrapping the floor, and footsteps that we're getting close to where I was.

"Light, come on." I didn't move. "Light, please get up." I trembled at her voice, but got off the chair I was in.

I glanced up, both my parents smiling sadly at me.

Why would they get rid of me?

Did I do something wrong?

Mom leaned down, holding her hand out to me. I stared at it, why are you leaving me?

I gulped, but slowly placed my hand in hers. They were soft, not like any other hands I ever touched.

She led me outside, her car parked in the drive where dad went to grab something. He came back with a box that was wrapped up nicely. Dad smiled, holding it out to only me.

I grasped the box from him and held it close.

"I'll give you guys alone time." The stranger said which was the woman from earlier. She left without another word.

"Why are you l~leaving me?" I finally began to cry, sobbing harder as I begged them to not leave me. "Please don't leave me!" I screamed.

I dropped the box, holding my hands to my face as I tried to hide from my parents.

"Light, don't cry. We have to do this." Mom whispered. I could feel her wrapping her arms around me.

"Why?" I sobbed.

Mom pulled my hands away from my face, wiping my tears away with her hands. "Because you are special." She held a strong, proud smile as she continued. "You hold the key to life, in here." She placed her hand on my chest where my heart should be.

"I don't care! I want you to stay, you too daddy!" I said as looked at my father. He kneeled down, ruffling my hair.

"Sweetie, you'll understand someday." His eyes shown truth, so I gave him a small nod.

"Is it because I'm a shifter?" I whispered and both my parents tensed up which gave me the answer. "Am I evil or something?"

As I got my food, I thought someone was going to pray, no one did. I closed my eyes, and prayed quietly before eating. I ate less than I should, but I didn't care.

After dinner, I was showed to my room which was the attic. Ms. Grossman which I learned was the lady who stole me away from my parents. Her weak frame struggle with my bags up the stairs, panting loudly while mumbling unlikeable words.

Soon enough, we came to a red oak door that was rustic. The red was washed away, but only a few parts still there. Ms. Grossman opened the door and went in, I followed.

The room wasn't small, but it wasn't big either.

"Well, make yourself useful and unpack your stuff. Breakfast is at seven-thirty, lunch at noon, and dinner at six. Everyone takes a shower in the morning since at night it's only cold water." She walked to the door, and left me alone again.

I gripped the box that was still unwrapped, then placed it on my bed that smelled like vinegar.

I went to my bags and unzip the first one, looking inside to see my night clothes. I pulled my purple nightgown out, taking my dirty ones off before pulling the gown over my head.

I went over to my bed and climbed on, sitting up after I got on and looked at the box.

I wanted to cry again, but I knew I had no more tears to shed. With numb fingers, I unwrapped the box, throwing the wrapper aside, then popped the lid open. I placed the lid beside me before looking in, there inside was a white card.

Curious, I took it out and tore it open. I unfolded the letter and whimpered.

It was from mom.

Dear my beautiful daughter, it took me a lot of times to write this. I want you to know that I didn't want to let you go. Sadly, someone was after you because you're special. Light, I had a dream that soon you will guide people to the world of dreams. Now, inside the box is a book where you can draw or write notes in it. Also a necklace that your father made along with a crafted dagger-which I didn't approve of-anyway, it's under the book. Since you shifted, we had to fight a lot of people because they wanted you. This is the end sweetie, I hope you love your gifts and treasure them. Also work on your Greek okay? I love so much even your father that is looking over my shoulder in tears. Be safe, and remember what we told you about yourself.