Hello everyone, my name is Angela.
You probably know me from the story told by Lukas. God, he is such a sweetheart!
Anyway, this is my story, prior to when I first met him in the forest after defeating that group of soldiers. I already briefly explained in his story my basic background. Now, I'm going to take you even further and deeper, into my past.
Like Lukas, I was never comfortable being a human, though I already knew what I really was all along. I felt trapped in many ways. Including all the times I wasn't around my dad, Solorus the great.
It still brings me back down in the dumps, the fact that he is dead. He wasn't always there for me, but I couldn't blame him.
Here's a story from when I was a little girl, told by my dad.
I was 3 years old when this happened.
I was sitting alone by a window in a daycare center, looking out the window,playing with my red hair, watching the cars and trucks go by, very deep in thought.
I was also a bit weary, for my dad said that when the day was over, he would take me to the music store and buy me something.
I wasn't exactly aware of what he was talking about, I was only three years old, and to top it off, I was diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome awhile ago.
I had no idea what that meant, but I could barely speak, and I was still in diapers at the time, for I wasn't potty trained yet.
I didn't like being around the other kids, it made me feel uncomfortable, I preferred being alone.
I felt a gentle touch on my back, and I jolted in return, snapping out of my mind, turning around to see what it was.
It was the teacher, kneeling down behind me. "Angela, I've called your name five times! It's time to go!" she said in an agitated tone.
I looked around to see the other kids are gone. I didn't know she was calling my name, for most noises to me were just noises at the time. I panicked, and got wicked anxious, for I didn't know how to respond, I looked away and started rocking back and forth, for I found that doing that helped calm me down.
" Stop this nonsense! I told you all on the first day to never meltdown on me! Answer me!" she yelled in an abusive tone, restraining my body.
I began to whine, and meltdown. It was horrible, I couldn't do anything, my mind was overwhelmed. I had no idea what she was talking about, but the loudness of her voice really set me off.
" Hey! Let my daughter go!" I heard a familiar voice say, for I knew that noise. I looked at the doorway. It was dad, looking young again, dressed in modern adult clothes. I don't know how he manages to look young again, I recall seeing him looking rather older sometimes.
"Oh, this is your daughter? Well she needs to learn how to respond, and to stop acting so different!" she complained to him, as she kept restraining my body.
I just wanted this to end.
My dad came into the room, towered over my teacher and said in a threatening tone "Hey, let my daughter go, or I'll report you!"
"Ooohh, so scary!" she said sarcastically.
"Look, you need to stop this! This is no way to act towards a child! Especially if they have special needs! She has asperger's, she will learn how to be social someday, but she will always be different, accept it!" he yelled towards her, putting his hands out in preparation of taking me back.
"Make me, Mr. Know-it-all!" she said back as then, unexpectedly:
I felt a harsh smack on the left side of my face, on my cheek, and my eye at the same time.
I began crying out loud. I was hurting outside and inside, very badly. I couldn't take the pain.
I felt my body pulled, then yanked out of the teacher's hands, and into my dad's.
I heard another noise. I looked around, to see my teacher fall to the floor. I looked up to see my dad's fist swing in the air before it gently came back down, and with his other hand, pick me up, and hug me.
"I DON"T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU IN MY SIGHT AGAIN, AND STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!" he yelled angrily before he left the building.
As we were out in the parking lot, I continued crying, as I hugged him tighter, burying my face in his shoulder.
"Shhhhhhhhhhh." he said.
I still had no idea what he was saying, but I was definitely glad to be out of there, although I was still sobbing.
After that, before we went to the music store, we went to the police station, which now I guess that dad went to probably to report the teacher for her abusive behavior towards me.
As the day went on, I began to settle down, and stop sobbing, while we were still at the station. As I unburied my face from my dad's now drenched shoulder, I realized my face was still in pain. A dull pain all over my left eye, and a sharp stinging pain all across my left cheek.
One of the officers looked at me, and cringed as he saw my face. I looked at him, and as I turned my eyes at him, he gave me a warm smile before turning away to talk to my dad about what happened. There was a mirror nearby, too. I looked at myself, and I saw why that officer cringed when he saw my face.
My left eye was black ans swollen, and my left cheek was a bright red color.
Right before we left the station, one of the officers smiled at me and gave me a lollipop.
After we left, we went straight back into a trailer park complex, where we stayed for the time being.
As we got inside our trailer, my dad told me that we were gonna have to go to the music store sometime else, which I didn't mind, I just wanted to be here at home after what had just happened.
To be continued...........