Shattered Souls (The Toren #1)By: Lola StVil
And when she was down, she got right back up. She was a beast in her own way, but one idea described her best. She was unstoppable…
—Robert M. Drake
CHAPTER ONE: QUESTIONS
I’m rushing out of my dentist’s office like I’m fleeing a crime scene. I would do anything to avoid the “post checkup” chats he insists on having with me every single visit. He always wants to talk about the weather and what’s new in dental care. That stuff is boring as hell, but I can handle it. But what I can’t deal with is the fact that our chats always end with him asking me about my eyes. In fact, every conversation I’ve ever had in his office ends up being about my purple eyes.
Dr. Soren finds it interesting that my eyes range from a light shade of purple to a deep violet when I’m upset. He does research on people with unusual eye color, and I have become somewhat of a hobby for him. He actually offered to help me find my biological parents so he could see if they too have purple eyes. I keep meaning to go to a different doctor, but I have yet to get up the nerve to tell him that I’m not coming back. I don’t even have the heart to tell him that his goldfish, “Pepper,” is dead. I saw it floating in the tank when I came in.
I quickly put on my jacket and zip it up before the doctor returns. As I’m headed to the door, I catch a glimpse of my reflection. I’m five eight, I have long dark hair with purple highlights, and they too are natural. So, purple eyes, purple highlights, and nearly six feet tall. As you can imagine, I blend right in.
I manage to make it out of the office and head out to the lobby, but before I can reach the elevator, the doctor opens the door and runs out after me.
“Summit! Summit!” he says.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Soren, I really need to get going,” I reply.
“I know, but I wanted to show you something I found online that I think you’ll find interesting,” he replies.
I seriously doubt that.
“There’s a child in Malaysia whose eyes are a shade of blue never before seen in the world. Here, I have a pic,” he says as he searches his phone.
“I’m sure it’s a great pic, but—”
“Here it is!” he says as he places the screen in front of me.
“He’s a wonder, isn’t he?” the doctor says.
“Yes, I will tell him that when we meet up in the monthly ‘sideshow freaks’ meeting,” I reply as I press the button, calling for the elevator.
“I’m sorry to keep asking, but I can’t help it. Are you sure you have no idea where your birth parents are? If you knew, it would be amazing to see them and find out how far back this genetic mutation goes.”
“Okay, Doc, I’ll be honest with you. I do know where my birth parents are. They live in a mansion on the Upper East Side. I decided to abandon the privileged life in exchange for life in a group home because I really love the view of the abandoned building across the street.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—yes, of course you don’t know where your parents…I’m sorry.”
“Doc, I think this is the last visit I will be making to your office,” I say as delicately as I can.
“Oh now, let’s not be hasty. You are a fascinating subject—”
“I am not a subject! I’m an orphan with freakish eyes, who no one wanted. I’m not here to intrigue you or spice up your life. If you need a distraction that badly, buy a sports car, write a novel, or train a seal. Just stop treating me like your own personal exhibit at Ripley’s Believe or Not! museum. I’m just your patient. Correction, I was your patient,” I inform him as I bang on the elevator button urgently.
“You’re upset! I’ve upset you!” he says.
“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s just that—”
“Wait! You’re upset, and now your eyes are changing color right before my eyes!”
“Okay, Doc, we are done here,” I reply, signaling for him to walk away. He reluctantly heads back to his office and closes the door.
“Oh, and you’ll never be in my mouth again!” I shout at him.