How does a girl falling down a black hole of chaos come out on the other side unchanged? She doesn't. Things don't always go as we want them and the universe has no use for the plans that we make. A small town girl named Nova Madden was about to find out just that.
Nova Lynn Madden was born to Carly and Simon Madden on june 12th of 1992.She was small child 110 lbs and 4'11.With black hair and eyes of the deepest blue. She hardly ever left her room. mom and dad were always yelling about dads latest conquest [as mom called them] he was on number 16 for the year. If you listened real close at night you could hear her mother whimpering in her room waiting for her father to get home. Tears of anger seem to be the most dangerous kind. Life as Nova knew it was about to completely change.
The date was June,11,2008. The sky was a heavy gray and seemed to just be laying on the rooftops. Small strikes of lightening blew thru the sky every now and then. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except that the thunder had this echo to it like something horrific was on the horizon. Nova was laying on her Lime green double bed in her Iris blue room. Staring out at the approaching rain clouds. her mom had stayed locked in the bedroom all night. The silence was broken by a single shot ringing through what was left of the day. Her mother had taken her own life to be free, she wondered "Is it really that simple?"
Nova got up and walked gingerly down the hall to her parents room. She stood in the doorway for a moment registering the red splatter on the carpet and normally stark white walls. There in the bathroom doorway lay her mother looking like some little girls tossed away rag doll. Creeping over to her mothers body. She just stood there half-way expecting her to wake up and yell about the mess. there was a entry wound on the underside of her mothers jaw 1 clean shot. Her father would be home soon... what was she to tell him! With mother gone there would be no one left to hear her cries at night when the monster entered her room and stole another little piece of her soul.
When her father got home he simply looked at his wife shut the door and called to have her removed. Without even looking his daughters way her called his brother in Michigan and arranged a flight for her to go there for a while. Nova knew that meant permanently. He turned to her and without a word she knew that his stern look meant only one thing...go to your room. That night just like all the others she faded to sleep... midnight came all to soon. Her father crept into her room trying not ot wake her just yet. When it was over she lay bloody and bruised...crying and wishing for death.
As she slowly stumbled to her feet the following morning silent tears rolled down her face some of sorrow and some of joy. She threw on a pair of black faded jeans and the nearest bra she could find. Flinching when the metal of the under wire pinched her tender flesh...a near by tank top looked like a good choice to cover her scratched stomach. Her bags had packed themselves it looked like in the dead of night cause at the base of the stairs set her twin suitcases full of the personal belongs her father didn't he had athe right to keep. A harsh male voice screamed for her from down the spiral staircase "NOVA, HURRY THE FUCK UP OR WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE" that was enough to send her scurrying like a scared rodent down the stairs and out her front door.
This was the last ride she was ever going to have to take and that beat up cheavy S10. When she flight 611 of Sigma Delta Airline she was settled in 1st class behind a group of screaming brats and their bitchy mothers. The sun was washing the feeling of his hands off her body once and for all. She smiled to herself feeling as if nothing could touch her. Thats when she first heard it a little voice in her mind reciting 4 words
"eternal be the night". Felling her two front canines sharpen slightly she let herself drift off to sleep hoping all this would be a dream. No one could know her secret...no one.
