My other Half.

Chapter 2

Eleven years ago, close around this time, was when everything went to hell. It was a wintery day. The ocean crashed loudly against the rocky shore. I was playing in the forest behind our old farmhouse. I was jumping over the moss covered logs that lay on the ground in scattered patterns. The frost covered all the ferns that were on the ground. The leaves crunched loudly under my battered black converse. I was wearing my black jeans and my oversized long sleeve Nirvana T shirt. I was always goth even from a young age. My dad was always letting me wear his old T-shirts. He's the one who kinda led me the way I am today. I never cared for the pink dresses that my mom used to force me into. They just didn't fit me, my style, and it was hard to move around in them.

I look up and the tree's sway above me with an odd rhythm. I was allowed to play in the forest. Since my parents trusted me enough to take care of myself. Some days like today they would sit on the back porch and try to watch me through the thick trees. They can barely see me even though I'm not very far away from them. I was walking around the big trunked tree running my hand along it's rough bark. Feeling every crevice and dip. I could see little bugs moving up and down the trunk. And I could hear woodpeckers knocking at the wood with a steady beat. I was skipping and running my fingers through the moss when I saw it. I saw a black silhouette in the distance. At the time I was really confused because we didn't have any neighbors for miles. And the town was about 8 miles out.

When I was little I was really curious. So I started walking towards the silhouette. I could hear my mom calling my name, but I didn't care. I keep walking towards it. My feet squishing and sinking into the soft mud. I would have to get my dad to clean my converse.

I was close enough now to finally see that it looked like a young man. I kept walking until I was standing right in front of him. Weirdly I wasn't scared. I can hear footsteps behind me and I just assume it's my parents. The footsteps suddenly stop and I hear a gasp. I looked behind me and my mom had a look of horror on her face. My dad had tears streaming down his face. He silently said "No".

I looked down at my feet. I saw a pair of black and white checkered Vans. I looked up slowly taking in all that I saw. A pair of black jeans with holes in the knee's and the color looks faded. I look a little higher and I see his hands. There's an odd shade of grey and he's wearing a bleached dyed T-shirt. Finally I look up at his face. I don't think I've ever seen something so odd and beautiful at the same time. His skin was a light grey, kinda the color grey sky. His black hair was wavy and messy. His eyes are the color of melted caramel. His lips are full and pouty looking. He had them curved into a little shy smile. I stared at a pair of antlers that came out of his hair. They looked like tree branches. And in his hand he held a huge raven skull.

I could hear my mom crying and whispering "no'' over and over again. At that time I didn't understand what was happening. The strange boy crouched down on the back of his heels till we were face to face. Suddenly my mom screamed.

"NO! Don't do this. She's pure and didn't do anything. She's just a child."

He stared deep into my eyes. I slowly reached out and let my finger skim across his antlers. They were soft and smoothed under my fingertips. I let my finger touch the tip of each point. I've never seen something so beautiful and cool in my life. I let my fingers travel down his antlers to his hair and face. He just didn't look real. How could someone be grey? I had never seen anyone who was grey. His skin felt cold. Like he was dead. How could that be? He was obviously breathing and moving like he was alive. But yet he was still cold.

"Willow Marree. Get away from him. Now." My mom said demandingly. I could hear the dread and fear in her voice. I was starting to get scared. Mom never used that tone of voice unless something was seriously wrong. But yet I still didn't move. I couldn't move away from something like this. I didn't want him to go away. And I didnt' feel like I was in danger. No, I felt safe.

"How old are you?" asked the strange boy.

"I'm six." I said holding out six fingers to him.

"Wow six. You're such a big kid. Say is your name Willow?" he tilted his head to the side. I just simply nodded. "It's a very pretty name, it matches your personality. My name is Marcus." He held his hand out towards me and I shook it with the firmest grasp I could muster. His hand engulfted mine. He pulled me to him, and he held me in his arms. I could hear my dad screaming behind me and my mom saying that I can't be saved now. I tune them out and focus on this embrace. He smelled of the sweet scent of pine trees, and ocean salt.

"I will never hurt you. I promise." He said as I felt a bursting pain in the middle of my chest. Then he was gone. I didn't know where he went. I saw the blur of tree's going in a semicircle. And then the world went black.

And that was the day I became half demon. Along with being a freak.