I hate this. I hate being only seventeen. I absolutely cannot wait to be eighteen. In only a few weeks I will finally be free and I will be given my parents inheritance. Then I can get out of here. Thank God I can finally get out of here. I don't blame my parents. This is not their fault. They just didn't think they would die while I was a teenager. They didn't think dreadful things. They were always positive â€" always. I do not like the Hartfords. I do not like them at all. I've always prided myself with the capability of reading people and unlike my parents â€" I zoned in on the negative. These people were not nice at all. They just buttered up closer and closer to Mother and Father and I did not like them being friends. Why I couldn't be with family I have no idea. I know I have extended relations somewhere. It is rare that I ever get to be out of the house other than to go to school. The nice thing about school was that I was taking courses for college. Apparently living internationally comes with benefits. Always I was ahead of others my age and so I was able to graduate early. I did it because Mother and Father wanted me to be close to them, but also enter the family business. Can't let my parents down, but the Hartfords continue to block my chances. They track me. They track me and make sure I go where I say I do. I cant be free and I can't do what I want. My friends have stopped hanging out with me because I am 'bugged' and man does it suck. Apparently I am not allowed to go to the park by myself, or anywhere by myself actually, just incase my parents killers come back to get me. Although why wouldn't the Hartfords want me dead? They'd get all the money...

As I sit here in my bedroom I am curled up on the edge of the bed wearing the stupid dress I was required to wear tonight. Why in the world I needed to dress up for a stranger I do not know, but I honestly do not care about him â€" or any of this. I do not wish to attend this...'party.' I am quite content with staying in my room writing in my journal. It is the only item that I can honestly and truly say is mine and I make sure no one can get to it. As I write I hear the sound of the servant opening my room. This particular servant is a much older woman and her kind smile and matching eyes meet my own and I cannot help, but crack a grin. She always takes care of me. She brings my sweets if I am craving something good and she lets me help her cook in the kitchen. She comforts me when I wake up from the nightmare that occasionally plays every now and then of my parent and their death. I quietly nod my head as she softly tells me the guest has arrived and my presence is required. As I walk past her she playfully smacks my shoulder and tells me to 'behave' and yet I understand what she means. She knows I won't and she seems to be okay with that. As I clamber down the stairs I raise my head proudly, my head up and shoulders back. Mother and Father made sure that when I walked I moved with purpose and although I am just a kid I manage to have that air of a mature adult. When I enter the dining room I cannot help but smirk as I step in wearing a dress that is not matching the décor. The burgundy dress clashes with the grey and green décor. My blonde hair trails perfectly behind my shoulder.

As I walk my bright blue eyes narrow at Mr. and Mrs. Hartford. I can hear their mutterings about how I am dressed. I think the dress fine it isn't stupidly short and I am not revealing anything, but I can hear them hissing about the color. So, I scowl and glare and cross my arms when I sit down in the chair next to the Hunter. I am not aware of what he is or what relation he has to the magical horse. Yet at this point I hardly care. As I cross my legs underneath the chair my knee hits the bottom of the table and all of a sudden the table shakes and one of the empty wine glasses falls and slowly rolls off from the table. With a satisfied smirk I don't even bother to extend my hand to the Hunter. Instead I turn my head around and boldly speak aloud, a bit far too loud for the Hartfords to tolerate.

"Name is Calliel Alosi, did they drag you here against your will like they did with me? Blink twice if that is a yes."

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable