I Want Crazy Chapter 1 Juliane : four years ago Laugh with many,trust a few. In all my almost sixteen years that was my motto, yep, I had serious trust issues that I just couldn't help, I kind of figured that it was a complementary from my father ,the cop. And due to said trust issues It was my first time in almost three months to actually go out and act normal instead of my usual geeky self. I smoothed my hand down the brand new sundress I was wearing and scrunched up my nose at how awful my hair looked , the damn Ombre locks wouldn't behave. " you look fantastic !", mom exclaimed from the doorway and I smiled at her in the mirror, she looked much better than last week, it was one of her good days and that's why she could convince me to leave the room. She had third stage breast cancer and the first time my parents sat me down and told me the news it was like a piece of me died that day. Even through all the sickness she brought joy to my #life and she was a ray of sunshine in my dull young #life. It wasn't that I was a depressed little girl, I'm not some sort of disturbed teenager. I just felt like I didn't belong, I never had the feeling that I was home , that I was safe and happy. No matter how much my parents tried I felt like there was something missing and I couldn't feel happy, I even convinced them to take me to a psychiatrist but the poor guy just gave up eventually. He specially gave up after I told him about my dreams , why you ask ? Because I had the same dream for as long as I can remember. The dream always started with me being caged, the feeling of being trapped was the first thing that I remembered after the dreams usually ended , i was in a cage and after I shook the bars with all my strength the dream transformed to me running in the woods, but the funny thing was it wasn't like I was running from something, no , I was actually chasing, I felt the thrill , the adrenalin rush , like I was on a hunt. Then i would end up facing the cage that I was trapped in but this time a white almost silver like wolf would be in the cage, the wolf always perked up when I got there then it starts to scratch at the bars and makes whimpering sounds like its wounded. I try helping the animal out but I never succeed in opening the cage no matter how many times I have that dream. Thats when I wake up covered in a sheen of sweat, my heart beating so loudly I feel it slam against my rib cage and the trapped feeling clawing at my insides. I shake off the memories and try to humor my mother " I like the dress mom , thank you" , I smile warmly at her. I can see the pride glint in her tired looking eyes ," I knew you would love, just like I know you will really enjoy going out and acting your age for a change " I roll my eyes ," come on mom you know it's not my scene yet you push me anyways " , I scoff. She laughs and pats my cheek ,"if I don't push, you would age to forty by the time you actually reach your eightieth birthday , stop reading constantly and get a friend " I look down at the floor and try to sound a bit more cheerful than I feel just for her sake " i'm trying , it's not like it's my fault they can't see how charming and utterly amazing I am", It actually comes out sounding sarcastic. She shakes her head with a small smile ," you are baby , it just takes the right person to see that" After mom fusses over my hair and makeup , the little I actually put on, I'm in my way to some girl's house that I haven't talked to even once, but apparently she told my mother that she would be delighted to have me. I doubt it , but what the hell. I walk down the street, her house is at the end of the block and I can see people pouring inside by the second. It's gonna get crowded real soon and I'm so not looking forward to it. I'm not so big on crowds. I pass by the Henderson house and hear a noise, like the hit of something against flesh. I freeze in my spot and contemplate if I should just leave or feed my curiosity. Every survival instinct inside me pushes me to keep walking while a rebellious streak urges me to go and see what that noise was. Before I even know what i'm doing I find my self walking on the soft grass and toward the thuds. I round the corner and my eyes bulge out. Two guys are holding another up while the the fourth is delivering punches in various parts of the guys body. The one that's being hit repeatedly doesn't seem very keen on giving a reaction beside the soft grunts leaving his lips. " told ya not to show your face remy, I warned you but you seem like you enjoy the pain as much as I enjoy delivering it to you", the guy with the fists flying grits out in between punches. The guy being hit , or remy as he was called just leaves his head hanging. The guy delivers an exceptionally hard hit to remy's face and blood sputters from his cracked cheek. Even in the dark I see the trail of blood sliding down his cheek and dripping on to the concrete floor. And before I know it my mouth opens and I scream the first word that comes to my mind. " STOP !!! " All heads turn in my direction but one thing is holding my interest at the moment. Remy's head whips up and my eyes clash with his silver gaze. His eyes are glowing like the#moonabove my head.