2 CHAPTER 2

Now that i think about it, Samuel's  assault didn't seem as out of the ordinary as what happened when i tried to hurt him. It had NO effect on him! And his skin seemed very surreal. Like something from all these paranormal stories  (That i LOVE) But those were just stories and books!

Right?

And what about those two people that came in later? Why did they look so..different? Tall, muscular, minacious and obviously, intimidating as HELL. They were oddly beautiful. They had a vibe to them that can't be explained. Like they were powerful, which I am sure they were. Their aura radiated with power, and was very strong. I could literally see the aura surrounding them.

They also looked unalike the other people. And calling them hot would be a HUGE HUGE understatement. The only closest person that looked like them were the Cullens. And ofc Bella Swan, later in the series. But they were more beautiful and muscular than them.

All throughout the way to the nearest city, i kept trying to convince myself that those people were just ordinary. They could have been trained for the army or something. Maybe someone was around and heard my shriek and called the sexual harassment helpline or the local cops or something? Their looks didn't matter much because they could be from somewhere else..like some other country in the north

I had a lot of things in my mind. Samuel; Not as much as him trying to **** me, but coming so close to doing it, since that never happened. I was usually able to beat the fuck out of those who even came near to touch me that way; The two people; And what I was gonna do when I reach the next closest city i.e. Monroe. It wasn't very long from Woodbury. Just an hour on foot.

I was not at all sad to leave Woodbury. If you lived like me, you'd understand.

I WAS sad about not being able to complete my senior year tho. It would have been better to finish this shit called school, once and for all

I learnt to never get attached to any place, or anyone. I don't even remember the last time I had friends.

I don't have friends. I have brainwashed guys that come to my use.

Or sometimes, some girls.

Now before you start thinking what I meant by "brainwashed" and suspect I am a terrorist. Or worse, start pitying me, let me explain.

I don't know how it happens, or why it happens. But I have this certain ability to.... Persuade people..or make them susceptible to suggestions, to say the least. I try not to do it a lot. And I try not to think about it much either. As far as I remember, I've avoided that whole topic.

Now that I tried to use it on that dick, this topic cane crashing into my mind.

Fuck.

I remember having this ability all my life. I didn't use it or know about it...until when I reached the age of 8.

I remember the time. I was tired of the world. Tired of my situation. Tired of being controlled. Sick of not having any money or anything to do( even tho I used to get cheques from someone. Which apparently couldn't be used till the time I was 18). And sick of the harsh treatment by my adoptive parents.

One day, I snapped. I was at school. A boy was saying bad things about me, like calling me "hot but cheap", Poor, filthy. Making things up and making me a joke for students to laugh at, etc etc.. And all that class 2 bullying bullshit. And I already had to deal with many more things than those self centred idiotic snobs. They couldn't even begin to imagine what I was going through.

Who the hell learns to defend themselves when they're 6 years old? Me.

Who the heck goes from homes to homes, running away from everywhere until child services finds them, just to FOR ONCE live where they are at least not treated as some fucking SLAVES? ME.

And look at them in their fancy little houses (humungous, actually. Little just went with the sentence.), with their Perfect little families that actually cared for them and nearly thought of them as GODS.

I am not even gonna pretend to not be a bit jealous. But I always tried to find the good. I'll have more experience for the future, right? I'd be more mature. I will be prepared for anything that life throws at me. I'd be more powerful than them when I grow up.

Anyways, back to that day.

I had had enough. I said in a very very loud and commanding "Alpha voice", as I liked to call it, and told him to shut up and go insulting his girlfriend, if he loves saying these things so much (Thank God I didn't say Fuck yourself. I don't even want to imagine what would have happened then lmao)

And..to my utter surprise. He stopped talking for a moment, and then started calling his girlfriend things. Literally humiliating himself and her in front of everyone. Leading to suspension, and obviously breakup. (Not that it was very serious. They were immature little KIDS)

I was very giddy with joy for a while, but then realization hit me: No one should know about this. Or they will do worse things to me than what they're already doing. They'll make me use it against my will.

I also knew they'd hate me. Call me a freak. Like I needed another problem in my mind. As if barely surviving wasn't a problem enough. 

My own power frightened me. What if something bad happens because of it? What if it has a limit? Or worse- NO limit? I don't want to cause a disaster. Or be a new curiosity for some scientists like the Augustine society in The Vampire Diaries

So I took no chance.

I only used it because I was sick of poverty. And tired of being powerless. And of being bullied by misogynistic piece of shits, who thought they could pick on a girl.

Although I knew how to pack a deadly punch, violence was not always the right (or easiest) way.

Poverty, is just as bad as it sounds, if not worse. And for us. runaway orphans, it's SO. MUCH. WORSE. 

I never liked to beg for anything. Because of which my life was harder. But I could hardly ever be independent. Had to request my foster parents for everything. hoping they were in a good mood. Hoping that if i help them do everything. they would be satisfied enough to even FEED me. 

But all that stopped after I learnt about my...special power. I learnt to use it for necessary purposes, never else. I used my power to get myself a job. Who would give an 8 year a job? I know I look attractive. Even as a child, it WAS there. I used my body at my advantage to get what I needed, which was, enough money to feed myself three meals and get clothes that were not torn.

At first it was like car wash or picking up food deliveries from the stores. Then it got better than that as I started growing up. From bartender, to barista, to waitress, to singer and a few others, as I changed the cities. I liked to be independent. My situation made me into that kind of girl. I am a survivor, and proud to be one. I have gone through various strange and difficult situations, and learnt to take care of myself, which is how I am alive today. I also use my powers when I run away from somewhere, because else, the people would keep searching for the girl named "Zaria Ambrose" for ages.