Sky has spent 16 years trying to hide how different she is.
From seeing things normal people can't, to her rapid healing abilities- she's always known she was different.
When her mother suddenly disappears and government officials pop up wherever she goes, she'll do everything she can to get her back and to get answers. Even if that means trusting the illusive Riley Parker who seems to know more than he's letting on.

As Sky beings to realize exactly what and who she is...will she be strong enough to handle the truth?

After all, she is an ABOMINATION.


2. Chapter 1



CHAPTER 1- Emotions

Looking around the square shaped room, I sighed inwardly at the bareness of the white walls. It was supposed to be our new start, our new beginning-and yet the bare walls seemed to close in on me with every breath I took.

Peering out one of the grimy windows, I came face to face with miles and miles of green that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. We were secluded; divided from society. London seemed so far away from us now and yet it had only been yesterday we had abandoned our home.

Turning away from the reality of what surrounded me, I began rummaging through a cardboard box before finding what I was looking for. I pulled out the rusting photo frame to find a picture of me, mum and dad…

It had been 2 years since dad has passed away and it haunted me even now.

Staring at the photo in content, I looked at my mother and father’s deep brown eyes that held a sense of warmth and familiarity. They were the polar opposite of my cold and striking blue ones. My eyes looked unnatural and stood out against my paper white skin whilst my platinum hair had a white straw appearance. On the other hand, my mother’s blonde tone was as warm and soft as honey dew.

I envied her secretly.

It was weird, how genetics worked. No one in my family had hair colour anywhere close to the sharp blend of mine and yet everyone’s eyes instantly went to my hair when I met them. Most people assumed the colour was dyed whilst others stared in awe. Doctors declared it was simply a mutation within my genetics. Whatever the reason was, I hated the attention.

But I’ve always known I didn’t really fit in; more than just my appearance.

I closed my eyes and listened intently to hear the bustling market at least a mile from here. Despite the distance, I could hear it all-The angry stall holders, awaiting customers and laughing school girls who didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

If only it was that easy…

“Sky! Get your defiant butt down here.” My mother’s voice drifted up the stairs.

I groaned inwardly and rushed down the stairs. I knew what this was about. ”I couldn’t leave just leave some of them. That’s like choosing your favourite children.”

Entering the bare kitchen, I found my mother standing there, lips pursed and arms crossed as she stood over 3 boxes of books.

“Well, good job I only have one child…We agreed to leave them, Sky. You’ve read them- so what’s the point in bringing them?” my mother’s brow was pulled taut in a scowl and I almost wanted to laugh at how insignificantly intimidating her tiny frame looked in the massive room.

Books were my thing. Always had been. Whether it was some beautiful girl being swept off her feet by a charming prince or a gruesome zombie apocalypse; I was all over it. I loved the idea of living in another world, a different life, a new adventure. The idea seemed so appealing to me.

The one downside was, I had so many that they littered any available surface I could find.

Mum had been determined to make me get rid of most of them, but I couldn’t stand the idea of leaving some behind…That was just cruel.

“Sorry- but I promise I’ll put them out of your way and make sure to keep them confined to my bedroom,” I pleaded as she stared at me expectantly.

She smirked, “Fine, but you’re bringing this casserole to the neighbours. I would do it, but I figure you’ve got some spare time.”

Gesturing to a steaming dish on the kitchen side, she looked at me mockingly.

I squinted my eyes at her; we both hated talking to people we didn’t know. I had always hated it; mum had only hated it since dad died. He did all the talking- or used to anyway.

A pang of sadness hit me in the chest at the thought of him. It had been so sudden, so unexpected. The cancer had taken root of him and consumed him from the inside out. Life just wasn’t fair. But I supposed, I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought that.

“We have neighbours?” I raised a brow. I hadn’t seen any neighbouring houses from my bedroom window.

She pointed a finger to the window, “It’s about a 5 minute walk down that dirt-road there.”

Outside the rectangular window was what looked like a mud-slide resembling a road. “You are kidding, right?” I gaped at the window.

She clasped her hands together as she began to scurry off, “I’ll get your boots for you.”

Staring daggers at the back of her head, I felt frustration and anger build within me. I wasn’t even that angry over the situation but I felt the feeling consume me. It was like a pulsing sensation that sent every part of my brain flooding with feeling. I felt rage. I felt it as if the rage was my existence and my subconscious was just there to contain it.

Without warning, I saw my mother’s small figure fall to the floor and she let out a yelp of pain.

As if a trigger, the emotion left my head instantly and my thoughts came back to the present.

I looked at the small sand frail figure now collapsed on the floor. Oh no, please not again.

I gasped as I rushed over to her, “MUM! Are you okay?”

She lifted her head as she held a hand to her chest, “Peachy,” She murmured.

I helped her onto her feet and felt an apology build up in my chest and release itself from my mouth, “I’m so sorry.”

Waving a hand at me, she crinkled her brow, “Nonsense. It’s not your fault. You don’t need to say sorry, it’s just heartburn or something.”

A pang of guilt filled my chest. It wasn’t heartburn that had caused her pain…It was me.

I smiled sadly at her, “I’ll take that casserole dish over right now.”

She nodded patting me on the shoulder as I went to grab my jacket.

“It wasn’t your fault,” She assured me.

Ignoring her, I grabbed my boots and ran out the door, casserole in hand.

I had just hurt my mother, and all because of my emotions. My emotions…that were getting harder and harder to control by the day.

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