The Secrets of Blood

Prolog

He was the most gorgeous boy in school. And she was a Nobody. There two groups were said to have never mixed in high school history. But like they always say: Rules are meant to be broken…

"Mystic? Mystic? Will you please solve the problem." Uhh ohhh. Not again. Picking on the new girl. I stood up and walked to the front of the class. It was advanced trig. I hadn't even looked at the problem when I wrote the answer.

The bell rang and I was gone. I moved to Douglasville, GA from California. Trying to get away. I'm 16 and I have no living relatives. The closest thing I've had to a living relative died two years ago. His name was Jason and he was my older brother. Today is the anniversary of his death.

I remember that day perfectly…..

I had just got home from school. Jason left a note on the kitchen table saying "I'm going to be late. I have to work on some business papers. Expect me around 7:30. P.S. I want spaghetti for diner."

I looked at the clock 5:48. It was just enough time to do my homework and cook spaghetti. By the time 7:30 came around I had the table set. By 7:45 I was freaking out. Because Jason had never been late his entire life. He was eleven years older than me. Even when he was at a friends house the night mother and father died. He still came into the house five minutes later and saw that father killed mother and then his self. I was five at the time.

By 8:02 there was a knock on the door. I jumped out of my chair and ran to the door. I never expected what I would see. " hi, I'm officer curt. Are you miss Mystic Reeve. Mr. Jason Reeve's little sister?" I nodded. " I need you to come down to the hospital. We need you to identify the body." I let them lead me into the police car.

When we got to the hospital one of the attendants told me there was a shoot out at the bank. And that what I would see would be very hard. They lead me into a room that had a white sheet draped over a body. A man in a white coat walked over and pulled the sheet over his head. It was Jason. There was no denying that.

I went psychotic.