When you're right, people forget. When you're wrong people remember.

That was a quote , my mother has always said. Her mistakes in the past have made her into the lonely woman she was two years ago.

My beautiful mother died two years ago when I was thirteen.

I had no father. Whoever the guy was ditched my mother for wealth. That's all she has ever told me about him.

I inherited my mother's black hair , and dark sapphire eyes. Though we had the same colors, we looked very different, that last time I lived with her. My hair was up to my chin, while hers was to her back. Her eyes were small and sharp like, mine were round. She was tall, I was ,and still am, short.

My mother was an artist. Our house was filled with paint, paper crayons, pencils , erasers, and brushes. She used to decorate our small house with her paintings, and her face would be bright with a smile as she finishes a drawing.

She was also into anime, and Japan. She was fascinated with all of that, and later got me into it. I was very interested in Japan mostly. Anime wasn't really interesting, but she was obssesed with it.

She would always watch any anime on tv, while ignoring my questions about the shows.

We lived alone, isolated from the world.

Her depression kept getting worse, year by year, day by day. I would always tell her , that I loved her, and she would smile a sad smile.

And her death was caused by the stress of depression. Her body, weak and skinny, couldn't take it anymore.

After that, I too was in a state of depression. I was lost, lonely, and all I wanted was her , alive, and by me.

She was my mother, my role model, my only friend.

I was sent to an orphanage a few days after her death. I isolated myself from everyone, hiding in my room, reading my mother's manga. I didn't make any friends there.

They were all little. About seven or eight.

I didn't want to be adopted. I refused to call anyone else 'mom', 'mother', 'mommy'.

She was the only one fit for that name. Only her and nobody else. I wasn't sent to her family. She abandoned them , when she became twenty.

Ever since, she hadn't spoken to them.

It has been two years since I, Adil, started living in a cramped orphanage. They were really nice, but I couldn't take it anymore.

I was stuck in a place, waiting for some adult and claim me as their daughter. Who would want to adopt a fifteen year old?

I said before, I will never call anyone mom, except...her.

I was planning something big. I wanted to escape. Run away from these , crazy four walls that they're hiding me in. I wanted freedom, I wanted to be free. I waited long for a rainy day, watching the weather channel on the tv in the living room of the orphanage.

Tonight, 9:00 pm. Heavy thunderstorms. I wanted to get out on a rainy day, because if they would want to track me with police dogs, my scent will be washed away.

Tonight...I will be free.

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Tick..tock...tick...tock

Our curfew was at 8:55 pm, giving me a good chance.

I had butterflies in my stomach. I was excited

In my room, I had on a black hoodie, and baggy, black jeans. I put in the hood, opening my window, and letting the cool breeze in.

It was a two story building. There was a pipe next to the window, which I slid down, my grey bag, on my back.

It had picture of my mother and I, snacks, a flashlight ,manga, and a big map of the city.

I ran , careful not to make any noise. Trees, grass, branches passed by me, in a blur.

I was in the middle of the main dirt road, black sky, shining moon, and closed stores. Not a soul was out. I jumped a bit, as thunder boomed throughout the city. Rain fell in a few drops, then many, and made my clothes wet and darker.

It was raining heavily, thunder and lightning scaring me slightly.

I walked around, gazing at the glass walls, that had some of the stores' merchandise in it.

I stopped at a snow-globe shop. I stared at each snow-globe, taking in each one's different shapes, colors, and designs.

My eyes stopped moving and landed on a dark purple one.

It had a graveyard in it, with a yellow, cheese like, crescent , that was smiling insanely, blood oozing from the gaps of it's teeth.

It reminded so much of a moon in an anime my mom always watched. What was it again?

Soup cheater? Soul cheater?...Soul Eater! I remember now! Soul eater.

I had a manga of that in my bag. I don't understand it at all, I just liked the character designs.

I gently touched the glass wall that stood as a barrier between me and a 'would be' gift if my mother was still with me.

Lightning cracked again on the sky.

The cold glass felt good on my skin. I shivered slightly. I put my bag down, by my feet. I kept staring at the snow-globe. More specifically , the crescent .

It looked ...as if it was shaking a bit. I pressed my head further on the breath stained glass, and stared intently at it.

I jumped back, heart and lungs practically stopping as the pupil of the crescent quickly locked with my gaze.

It shook more, with that insane grin, and kept staring at me.

I looked stupefied at the object. I hesitantly backed away.

I crouched slightly ready to run, when I lost my balance as a huge black claw like hand grabbed me.

The protruded from the glass, shattering it.

I felt the claws tug on me, pushing me forwards the broken glass.

I gasped, too shocked to do anything. I felt sleepy, and numb.

The feeling you get when the dentist puts the tube on your nose.

My vision swirled.

Colors were mixed and blended together like my mom's paintings.

I then drifted into darkness, never expecting anything that would happen next.

So how was it for a first chapeter? i thought it was great! I need a few minor ocs, for the plotline, so if any of you people have one send me the info, okay?

im doing this story, where a human girl, goes to SE world. i love those stories. but she doesnt know alot about them so she wont fangirl over anyone.

Reviews make me happy :)