1 Chapter 1-The Beginning

Beep beep beep click...morning already? (yawn), I wonder what today is. As I got up, slowly I realized that my room was a mess of clothes scattered on the ground. Pizza slices on the shelf next to my alarm clock, empty cans of soda visible all over. There also were holes in the wall and even some type of shattered clock on the ground corner.

It seemed as if my room was hit by a tornado. 

After looking around for a while I began to clean. I started by picking up my clothes, organizing and putting them in their respectful drawers. After that I took all the dirty clothes, and put them in a green basket.

As I did this I started to think back to last night. What did I do that caused such a mess?

As I was trying to remember the voice of my father pulled me out of my thoughts. "Ren, come down to eat. I made your favorite bacon, eggs & cheese."

At the word 'eat' I jolted in the bathroom to brush my teeth and headed down stairs. As I sat down, I overheard the news talking about civilians killed by people we call the cursed and how they were attempting to rob a bank on Oak Street. 

Two of the suspects seemed to have black hoodies along with masks, black hair and a tattoo on the back of their neck in the shape of a diamond. The last suspect I could tell was a woman. Wearing a red dress complimenting her long brown hair.But What really caught my attention though was her mask. It was pitch black, with a heart being pierced by an arrow, drawn in the center.

Why do people have to kill each other to get what they want in life, can't they just work for it?

As I was about to ask my dad the question I had just asked myself, he turned toward me. "These so-called cursed ones don't have to be killers. If they would just learn that curses could be a blessing they could be so much more than petty thieves and murderers."

When he said that, it gave me a little more hope in our world.

Recently I've been excited because my birthday is tomorrow and I feel as if my dad is going to surprise me with something big for my 15th birthday.

Since I was homeschooled most of my life I didn't have many friends, and my family always seemed so distant with me.

But I always had my dad.Well He was mostly always there, but his job always seemed to keep me away from him when I needed him most.

So tomorrow will be my first birthday where I'm not gonna be alone. 

I was interrupted from the excited thoughts of my birthday by the sudden ringing of our living room phone. My dad was quick to pick it up, it seemed urgent. He sounded like he was frantic but at the same time saddened...

Out of nowhere my dad got up and hugged me as if he was sorry about something. 

He started packing his things in a hurry. "If you ever need me, call me on my cell." He said, giving me a quick glance, then went back to packing his things. 

I thought he was just pulling my leg at first. But he wasn't. 

All I could think about was he'll come back...won't he?

Thoughts started flowing from my mind. Old memories of how he promised me he would be here. 

He wouldn't break a promise right?

Before I could even take one more glance at my fathers back, the door shut.

All I could see was a white cake, with blue frosting saying, "Happy 15th birthday", two candles lit, with just one wrapped present.

I sat down and waited without moving an inch.I dont if was hope driving me to wait or pure arrogance,All I know Is that I'm waiting,I waited for someone or something to come,

Hours went by as I lost track of time, waiting for so long.

But it was midnight, twelve just hit. The clock rang twice… and then it just felt like everything and everyone around me stopped, That's when I truly understood he wasn't coming back. As a single tear fell down my eye, I couldn't help but to feel alone.

It was now officially my birthday.

I reached for my present, unwrapping it and opening the box. It was an old pocket watch with a crack running along the glass. Engraved on the back was the name "Sora". 

I've never heard of her before so I just thought it was one of my dad's friends. Honestly though, I didn't care. I blew out my candles and headed to my room. I set my new watch on my night stand and slowly dozed off.