Kolena
I live in a world where we fear our society. I live in a world where people are divided. But people aren't divided by what you look like, or how much money you have or even what your skin color is, my society doesn't care about that, what they do care about is what you carry in your DNA.
You see, in my town, in my society, in my world, we are split into two teams like some elementary kids playing on a soccer team and they each get a color to show which team they are on. Yeah, that's how my town is, that's what my town is.
We are split into two.
Except with this situation it isn't some stupid game, it's very much real.
It's very rare to carry the gene, it really is, and at first it was only a disease that was being spread like wild fire, but soon it stopped and it was now only held in genetics.
The lucky ones don't get this gene, the lucky ones get too live their life as they wish. The ones who don't carry the trait are the ones who get to hold their heads up and not have to worry about what might happen to them if they lost control.
Now. For the unlucky ones. These people, well I shouldn't say people. No, I should say monster. Well that's what society likes to call them anyways. Monsters, demons, freaks, creatures, things, problems, animals. They will use just about every word to describe people who carry this gene, expect for human, equal, person.
These so called monsters are treated like trash, they are thrown and tossed out by society, no one wants them. No wants us, no one wants me.
No wants Elena Gilbert, the little girl who bit her brother and drank his blood, the demon child, the disappointment, the freak next door, the worthless pathetic excuse for a daughter.
Those people, who have this are the ones that are kept in the dark. They are the ones that are treated unfairly because of something they can't help, something they never asked to have.
The unfortunate ones who get to carry and have this gene are the ones that are kept on a tight leash. They aren't banished from society, but they are expected to keep themselves under control and follow along with the rest of the world with their heads down.
So you see, what I'm trying to say is, we can go out, we can play, we can join the rest of the town. But with that freedom, you get looks, you hear whispers, and even if I'm allowed to walk around my town freely, I'm still not necessarily free. I'm still looked down at and some people even refuse us service wherever I go, school fails me for no reason other than the fact that I carry this in me, bad kids will get me in trouble for any reason possible and no one's going to believe me if I were to say I didn't do it.
You know why? Because they don't care, they want to see people like me fail, they want to see people like me banned, they want monsters like me to be killed, dead, just gone.
So even if they say we're free, just know that we aren't.
This so called disease inside of me, apart of me it's something I wouldn't want to wish on anyone. Not even my worst enemy.
You have faster reflexes than the average man, to the point where it isn't considered normal. Growing another set of teeth which you can extract at anytime with a bit of practice. And of course the worst of it all, the one thing that makes this genetic disease such a monstrosity, you get a huge craving for human blood.
You turn into a cannibal, a killing machine but the worst part about it is that if you don't get it under control and your not drinking animal blood by the age of 16 your sent away to some camp.
Some say that the camp is meant to help them with their cravings. Others say that it's a death sentence, one less monster to deal with.
When my parents found out that I had this genetic in me they never looked at me the same way again. I was 11 when I first found out that I had it. My younger brother, Jeremy and I were playing outside when he cut his knee.
