//Death POV///
As a little boy, I would just open my eyes and wake up in my old ragged out bed. The sheets rough, the walls and ceiling scratched and peeling off. I was homeschooled and the day went on like that for as long I could remember. Me studying and then…staring out through my bedroom window. I would see other kids and watched them play things like football, tag, or baseball. Well, it was mostly baseball.
“Derrick…lunchtime!” I heard mother call out for me. I looked at myself and stared at myself in the mirror. My imagination…was seeing my eyes flicker on and off from black…to red. I liked the red.
“MOM! My eyes are doing it again!” I shouted downstairs. I heard her coming up and look at me. She placed her hand on my forehead, then her voice was a echo…I wouldn’t know what she was saying. She stops and then she smile again.
“There…back to normal…” she slowly said.
“Normal?” I was confused.
“Never mind that…time for dinner.” She held my hand as we went down to eat while we waited for Dad.
They sounded like great parents, but everyone here except my parents knows about me. No one from the outside knows about me. That is until one day…
I was looking for my shoes when I heard my window break. I turned around to see a baseball roll slowly towards me. I stared at it for a while and heard the kids outside. Cursing and daring others to get it. I picked it up and slowly walked towards my broken window. I ducked as I saw another baseball sail into my room. It hit the wall and rolled towards me. I got up and then…
“HIT IT AGAIN!” I heard one kid yell.
“NO WAIT-“ another yelled. I turn and I couldn’t dodge the other ball sail at me. Everything went white for a second. The next thing I knew that I was on the floor. I slowly got up but I spotted something drip on the rug. It was…red…like my eyes. I touched my forehead. It was wet; I looked at my hand to see the red on them.
“I know this…is it called…blood?” I asked myself.
“HEY, someone lives there you know. Right, Ricky?” I heard the voice again. I grabbed the baseballs and once again walked towards the window.
“Yeah right…” I heard the one call Ricky say. I looked at him smiling. His smile…made me angry, made me want to…see his red blood.
“HEY!” I shouted. He jumped in fright and looked up to see me. I grew angry and without thinking. I jumped through the window and landed without hurting myself. I looked at him filled with hate.
“W-What?!” he gasped.
“Don’t…throw things at my house again…or I will KILL you!” I growled angrily. He backed away in fear.
“F-Freak!” his friends started to shout. “His eyes!”
“I’ll make you all watch your blood.” I shouted angrily. That scared them more and they started to throw rocks and boards at me. I moved away but some hit me. I raised my hand with a baseball, swung it down and let go. I began to throw things at them all. I couldn’t control myself, why am I acting like this?
“Derrick!” I stopped suddenly as I heard my mother’s voice. “Derrick stop!”
“M-Mom…What am I…doing?” I was getting scared as I saw the other kids. They were bruised…bleeding…one was screaming in pain as a needle from a board stabbed his leg. What have I done?
