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Chapter 1: Awoken

Nessie's POV

A loud wail woke me up in the middle of the night. I couldn't see a thing in the pitch blackness of night but I knew my baby brother was in distress. Sometimes I could not tell if he was just hungry or simply needed a diaper change so I was often left guessing.

I turned on the light on my nightstand and saw Nathan's tear stained bright red face. I picked him up and laid him on the bed and checked his diaper which was clean. So I went to the kitchen and quickly made him a bottle which he was not accepting either.

I was at a complete loss of what else to do. My mother always knew what to do in these situations but sadly she and my father had died three months ago.

"Oh my God will you quiet him down already," I heard my sister complain from the hallway.

"Oh shut up Annie I don't see you doing anything useful to quiet him down," I retorted. I really wasn't not in the mood to deal with my sister when I had a baby crying right in my ear.

I searched around the house for anything that could possibly help when another idea hit me. I walked over to the piano and sat down with Nathan in my lap. I played a soothing melody that I had taught myself when I was little. In times of severe distress this tune would often start playing itself in my head. If I had to guess I would say it must've been a memory I could have only subconsciously remembered. Something that someone might have taught me before I lost my memory. I had no way of really knowing for sure though.

Annie and I were adopted at the same time. The odd truth is that neither one of us remembered anything about our lives before becoming apart of this family. The only thing I remember is waking up in this hospital surrounded by a bunch of doctors that kept poking me and prodding me with all their tools. I was connected to an IV that the doctors used to give me some sort of medicine. A couple of times they withdrew blood. I asked a couple of times why they were doing this but they never answered.

I was five years old when all of this happened. Five. Shouldn't I have at least one memory of my first family? Annie was only four at the time and she didn't have any memories of her fist family either.

That was 12 years ago. I'm 17 and Annie is 16. Less than a year ago my mother got pregnant for the first time in her life. Nathan was her miracle baby. There was no fertility treatment or anything. My mother had completely given up on the idea of ever getting pregnant. That's why she had adopted us. So Nathan was a complete surprise to us all.

My parents died two weeks after he was born. I remember that day very clearly still because I was with them when it happened.

My parents and I were taking Nathan to the doctor for a checkup. Annie was lucky in the sense that she had been over at a friend's house so her life was never in danger. We were driving over a bridge when my dad suddenly swerved to the right to avoid hitting something.

My memory is a bit fuzzy on the details but next thing I know the car is underwater. I grabbed Nathan and I immediately brought him back to the surface and swam to land. Nathan wasn't moving or breathing but thankfully I knew how to do cpr on a baby. I was so happy when I heard his first cry 30 seconds later.

After that I went back for my parents but it was already too late. When the paramedics finally arrived they were pronounced dead at the scene while Nathan and I were taken to a hospital.

It was all my fault my parents were dead. If I had gone back faster than maybe I could have saved them. If I had just been a little faster they would both still be alive today.

After a few minutes of playing the piano Nathan had stopped crying and fallen asleep. So I carefully took him back to his bed.

Nathan and I got pneumonia from being in the freezing water for so long. I was so scared that I was going to lose my baby brother for that whole month he was in the hospital. I couldn't handle another loss. I would completely lose my mind if I did.

I, on the other hand, healed in four days. Which was a complete shock to my doctors because of how sick I had gotten. I wasn't surprised though. I had always been a freak like that. Healing from injuries and recovering from illnesses at ten times the rate of a normal person. I once broke a leg and four days later my leg was completely healed. I was definitely a freak.

I laid back down in bed and covered myself with blankets. It was freezing here in Alaska. Up until two years ago I lived in Hawaii. My dad got a job transfer here. The only reason we agreed to move was because of the massive pay raise he got.

I had an uncle back in Hawaii and although he was our legal guardian he wanted nothing to do with us. His exact words were I don't want you to come live here. Last thing we need is fucking teenagers here, and I especially don't need a fucking baby here. I'll never find a woman with you all living here. You're all old enough to be on your own anyway.

His words hurt like hell. No one wanted us around so we were on our own. I wasn't sure if what my uncle had done was legal. Actually I was sure it wasn't. So either the government didn't know or they turned a blind eye toward it. Just like the rest of the world turned a blind eye toward the fact that we were all living here on our own. I wanted to keep it that way though. If the government found out they'd make us go live with our uncle and since he didn't want us we'd up in foster care and we'd all get separated. I didn't want that to happen.

I sighed. Sometimes I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and fell asleep minutes later.

I woke up a few hours later to get ready for school. I had to leave earlier than usual to take Nathan to a day care facility. It was a free state run day care so at least we didn't have to spend money on that

Once we got to school I saw several new students getting out of brand new cars. Odd because we rarely got new students and when we did we knew they were coming and they were the talk of the entire town. Two years ago it seemed like everyone knew who Annie and I were on our first day here. I had heard nothing of these new kids.

One of them, a young boy with bronze colored hair, turned around and looked right at me. My breath got stuck in my throat. He was inhumanly beautiful like the Denali family. He also had golden eyes just like the Denali family.

The Denalis. When I first met them I was so gobsmacked by their beauty that I actually stopped in the middle of a crosswalk and nearly got ran over by a few cars when the light turned green and the drivers didn't notice me.

The Denalis instantly became friends with Annie and I. They had an unusually high interest in me that I still didn't understand.

I shook my head and started walking to class. By now all of the news kids were looking at me and that's when I noticed they all had the same inhuman beauty, pale skin, and golden eye color.

I suddenly tripped over something and fell face flat on the floor. I heard the unmistakable laughter of Jasmine. One of the girls that took immense pleasure in torturing me here.

This was school. Also known as hell for me.

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