The Petrellis Daughter

Chapter 1

I was only 4 years old when I found out I was special. I have always been a very smart child. I began reading and writing when I was only 3. My older brother was the only one that knew though. The day I found out I was special was a fairly regular day. Mother took me along on one of her errands. I got to fly on a plane and I loved to fly. But when we got there I was set outside a room and told to color with a little blond girl named Elle. But Elle was mean and she shocked me. She touched me and burnt my hand so I ran away. I wasn’t looking where I was going because my hand no longer hurt. When I looked at it I noticed it was fine, completely healed.

While running I found a hallway filled with rooms. Bedrooms. In the first room was a teenager. He was dark skinned and sleeping. I approached the bed and touched his hand. He was so different and I was curious. But when I touched his hand something strange happened. I saw flashes of his memory and I could see that he was special too. He woke up and I got scared. I jumped back and fire burst from my hands. I was fascinated by the flame because it was purple. My favorite color. But then I looked at the teenager and he looked so shocked and surprised. I waved my hands and the flames died down.

He got off the bed and approached me looking at my hands. He touched my hands and said. “Again!” I could see he was concentrating on something but wanted me to make the flames again. So I tried again. The purple flames light up the room and he just stared in disbelief. He whispered softly, “Impossible.” I made the flames disappear and tried to comfort him by patting his hand. It was then I could see, that his powers were to stop powers and pull memories from people. He was astonished I could still use powers. I patted his hand and told him, “It’s alright. I’m just special.” Then I ran from the room.

I kept running trying to find special hiding places in this new building. I found rooms with glass windows looking in on people. The window was high and I could only look in if I was on my tip toes. In each of the rooms were scary people. I could tell they had done mean things. I kept walking down the hallway until I reached a room with a blonde man in it. He was sleeping but I thought he looked like an angel, so I opened the door and went inside, the door closing behind me.

He must have heard the door because he sat up. He looked around the room but didn’t see me or anyone so he lay back down. That’s when I walked up to him and tugged on his hand. He sat up and looked at me completely surprised. I smiled and asked him sweetly, “What’s your name, Mr. Angel?”

He laughed before picking me up and sitting me on his lap. “My name is Adam. And if I’m an Angel then so are you. What’s your name?”

“I’m Isabelle Roselyn.” I reached up and touched his long blonde hair. “I like your hair. I wanted mine to be blonde but it’s an ugly brown.”

“Now that’s not true I think your hair is beautiful.” He began stroking my hair. We talked about everything. My brothers, my parents, what I liked, what he liked. We talked for nearly an hour and just started telling jokes. I told Adam one that had us both laughing. That’s when mother found me. She looked so upset when she saw me in his arms but we just smiled at her. “Hello Angela. She turned out beautifully.”

“Hi mommy. Do you know the Angel?” I asked happily.

“Rose, come out of there right now.” Mother said urgently.

“But I’m playing with the Angel mommy.” I pouted. I didn’t want to leave. I liked Adam.

He leaned down in my ear and whispered. “It’s ok my little Angel. You go to your mommy now, but promise to come back and play someday. I’ll be here waiting.” When I whispered a somber, “OK, I promise.” He put me on the floor and nudged me towards the door. He looked at my mother and smiled. “You’ve got a very smart special little girl Angela.”

I walked out slowly and as soon as I exited the door I was wrapped up in my mothers arms. It was only then I noticed the other men. One was Mr. Linderman, he was a friend of Daddy’s. The other was a Japanese man and beside him was a fat man. Suddenly my head hurt I could hear so many voices but no one was actually speaking. Then one by one I sorted them out and stopped them from hurting me. Mother quickly took me out of the hallway back to the first room. She sat me down firmly telling me not to move. I nodded my head, and folded my hands in my lap while Mother went back in the other room.

I quickly got bored and looked around the room. Standing in the corner looking just as bored was an odd looking man. I nudged Elle and asked who the man in the corner was. She looked up at me then the corner and said, “Don’t be a dummy head. There’s nobody there.” I looked at her and then at him and was puzzled. Slowly I got off the chair and walked to the corner. Standing next to the man I poked his stomach. He made a noise but didn’t look at me so I tugged on his jacket until he was kneeling in front of me.

I looked at him and poked his face before asking, “Why can’t Elle see you? You’re real aren’t you?”

“You really can see me, huh?” He asked before smiling. “The reason you can see me and Elle can’t is because I’m Your imaginary friend.”

“Really? Why would I want you as my imaginary friend?” I asked.

“Why wouldn’t you want me as an imaginary friend? Wanna scare Elle?” He asked conspiratorially . When I nodded excitedly he picked me up and carried me over to Elle. With her unable to see him it looked like I was floating in midair. I called Elle’s name until she turned around. When she saw me floating in midair she shrieked and ran from the room letting a streak of lighting shoot out. It hit me and my new friend burning us both. He set me down and watched as my skin healed holding his own burnt arm.

“Does it hurt?” I asked. When he nodded I walked forward and touched the arm. Immediately the wound disappeared. “So if you’re my imaginary friend do I get to name you or do you already have a name?”

“Why don’t you name me.” He said staring at his healed flesh.

“So I can name you anything hmm? How about…Shadow?” I ask hesitantly.

“I like it.” He said with a huge smile. I hug him then touch my head to his implanting a piece of my consciousness in him and taking a piece of his into me. “What did you just do?”

“I made it so we could keep in touch. Mommy is taking me home soon. You get hurt too easily. I have to protect you.” Somehow I knew that he wasn’t really imaginary and I knew he might need me. Even though I was only 4 I knew so many things beyond myself.

I didn’t see Shadow for almost four years, but we talked all the time. Somehow what I did linked our brains and we could talk to each other no matter where we were. I was 8 when he asked for my help. He had been shot by his partner and needed my help to heal himself. I don’t know how I got there but as soon as he called me I was by his side in only a matter of minutes. He should have been dead. I may have been only 8 but I was already in the 9th grade, privately tutored of course. I knew that being shot in the chest would, could and should kill people. But he had me. I kneeled beside him and placed my hands on his chest. The bullets expelled themselves from his body but the scars remained.

“Don’t do that ever again Shadow! You scared me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

“I scared myself too squirt.” He said as he hugged me back. “How’d you get here so fast?”

“I’m not sure. It’s one of my abilities I think.” I pull back and look up at his face. “What’s your real name or do I have to keep calling you Shadow?”

“For now keep calling me Shadow. You should get home.” He said standing up.

“Ok. Umm…I thought you might need some money so I took this from Mommy’s purse.” I tell him shyly as I hand him a couple thousand dollars.

“Thanks squirt. I hope you don’t get in trouble for this.” He smiles as he takes the money.

“Lil ole me. Course not I’m the angel of the family.” I laugh before giving him a hug.