Branded

"Mummy you have to stop! Please stop! He is going to hurt you" The child cried into her unloving mothers arms. "It's his face mummy, please don't leave me. The one on your back it's him!" Looking past her annoying daughter the mother saw her new boyfriend walk through the door, it was her time to leave.

"Honey, look its all in your head, now move." Pulling the clinging girl off of her shirt she left, slamming the door behind her.

The girl cried in the kitchen for hours, finally the police came and took her way. They told her mother had been in an accident but the child new he had killed her, as soon as she saw his face she recognized him.

I have been cursed of seeing the pictures. Ever since I can remember they have haunted me, teasing me into thinking I can help but I never can. Carved in to their backs is something only death should see, but I can and it tortures me everyday. At age eight I was left alone in this terrifying world, different to everyone else. Now I am eighteen, I know that what I see scares people and so I don't mention it, no reason to draw attention to myself. As if being tormented during the day wasn't bad enough, my dreams consist of unknown faces and pictures that keep away the peace I long for.

I was adopted by Chloe and David Smith at age eleven; I have always tried not to get attached to them, knowing how people close to you will die is difficult but it makes it a lot harder when you love them.

I see in the centre of everyone's back a picture of how they will eventually die, I don't know when or why just that's what will be the death of them. Chloe's picture is off a car the same as David's, this will kill both of them whether it is at the same time or not they will die because of a car but no matter what I do it won't change. I could place both of them on a desert island but somehow a car will kill them, even if it falls from the sky. Once the picture branded it can't alter.

The images look almost burnt into the back, even in clothes the persons picture is still visible to me, there is no escaping it.

The first time I really understood what they where was just before my mothers death, I don't know how but I knew the man burned into her back would kill her. I tried not to look at the pictures for a long time but it was pointless, I would always end up seeing their backs so it was better to get it out of the way.

Sarah was my best friend at the orphanage, but I could never get really close to her, knowing how she would die just upset me. Sarah had a ladder branded into her back, every time she would turn around it would remind me what a freak I am so I stopped talking to her just before I was adopted. I preferred staying on my own to being around others, it felt more like I was normal.

The worst part of having this is that I can't see my picture; there is nothing on my back. I have spent years trying to work out what it means but I have no idea, everyone has a picture except me which is both a blessing and a curse.

Here aged eighteen alone in the world was when I began living my life. The fates brought me and Abby together, complete opposites with Abby loving her 'gift' and me hating my curse.

A/N- Please Review otherwise this won't be updated, I need to know whether to continue.