foreign 2: broken

Part 2: nobody

Pt.2

After being missing for a year and a half, being a father for 4 days, there I sat telling my mother everything, well almost everything I made sure to leave out the ghoul parts, I did not want to scare her the thought of her horrified face as she found out frightened me. After telling my story filled with lies, I could not look my mother in the eye, "well you must be hungry, let me make you something" her voice became distant as she walked into the kitchen "no mom I can't I just want to go sleep" I called to her "nonsense you haven't had a home cooked meal in almost a year and a half" there was no arguing with her.

I sat down the smell of her used to be brilliant cooking made me feel sick, the once succulent aroma made my want to throw up, I sat there rocking abbi and staring at this now disgusting meal, "well aren't you going to eat?" my mother sat there waiting for me to start, I took my fork and took a bite the foul taste made my stomach turn and twist the food entered my mouth and made it feel like it was on fire, I swallowed the ugly little bit. "I know my cooking skills have taken a dive since you disappeared but..." she looked down at the floor, I could stand it anymore, "mom... I haven't been totally honest with you..." I took a deep breath "mom I'm a ghoul..." I felt my heart race as those words left my mouth, I swallowed the left-over residue from that foul bite of food. I looked up to my mother's tears, her sad face looked me in the eye "how?" the single word lingered between us, "I was sort of... murder, and an old man saved me" I my voice seemed to echo in the emptiness of the room, "and her?" she beckoned to abbi who was fast asleep in my arms, "a hybrid" I sat up a bit, the wooden chair creaking silently, "who's the mother?" the words left her mouth and flashbacks of what I did rang through my mind, the people I killed and the drunk men that never made it home, the hundreds of people that died in the bombing, their faces flashed through my mind. And I felt like the scar they left grew wider. "she died" I barley got out due to my sobs. "oh honey" she walked over and hugged me tightly.

I walked into my old room, it smelled different, the smell of someone else stuff still lingered, I put abbi in a small laundry basket with some blankets and laid down on my bed to relax the feeling of my old mattress brought back old memories of waking up to school and longing to be done with it, now I'm in the world on my own and I don't know what to do, my life was perfect before the doves, I had a wife and daughter, a home, a job, a normal life. They took everything from me! People I loved! My house! My wife! My safety! My hands formed fists in anger I could feel my uncut nail dig deep into my soft palm and draw blood, I relaxed my hand and walked over to my desk and began writing a small letter. I tucked the letter in next to abbi, I kissed her and held her tiny hand up to mine, the wounds on my palm had healed and I was left with bloody little spots. I dug into my palms again drawing more blood just to watch the little cuts claw themselves back together. I got up and walked out the door placing Akira's mask on my face, I was no longer me, I am nobody.