Falling in Place

The very Beginning

You know those tales your folks would

tell you late at night to keep you from

leaving your room past your bedtime.

The tales of monsters that ate

disobedient little children and

gobbled them whole, or the tales of

some naughty children waking up

with missing toes or fingers.

Those were the tales our parents of

old would tell us. Especially the really

bad kids.

How I knew those tales was because

every night step mother without fail

would read me tales of the monsters

that only worked at night cause to

her I was an abomination.  She called

her monsters "Blood Suckers" no one

knows how true her tales were but I

knew they always made me scared.

Step Mom's name was Rose but she

was definitely far from being a pretty

flower. She had missing teeth from

the side of her gum and her hair was

unbelievably long and she made sure

her hair and mine stayed that way.

I had two very important rules to

abide by created by her. Which was

to never leave the house unless it was

during school period and the most

important to her, never cut my hair.

Step Mom rarely smiled and even if

she did you would wish she hadn't.

My experience with her or living with

her had been nothing but a traumatic

experience.

I had platinum blonde very close to

white hair. Compared to everyone in

the town who had black, brown or

auburn colored hair I was the only

outcast so they could notice me from

miles afar.  From my freckles to my

clear crystal blue eyes I was someone

people always threw second glances

at. Not because I was beautiful or

anything but because I wasn't a

normal site people saw regularly.

Step Mom treated me like a doll. And

she made sure I obeyed her

thoroughly or my hair would get a

good yanking. Step Mom was an

amazing baker.

She bakes one of the most tasteful

cookies and cakes but not once had

she ever baked for me not even on

my birthdays.  At six you would think

a young girl like me would have dolls

to play with but all I had was myself

and Step Mom made sure of that. She

ranted everyday on how humans

were terrible people and I shouldn't

trust them. And how I should fight for

my survival. I didn't understand what

she meant but that's where I'm

headed to.

I was just 6 when the

gravest incident happened in my life

and it changed me forever.

I know your wondering where I'm

going to with this tale but this is

where i begin to tell you everything

that happened. From the day I

resumed school till now as an outlaw.

I'd tell you the whole story, why

you can't really trust anyone.