The fall of yesterday

Ticking bomb

How am I supposed to tell you a structured story when my life is complete chaos? I suppose it only makes sense to start where all of this started- the end.
About 11 ish years ago I started to feel really sick all the time. Not only physically but mentally too. My mind felt corrupted in a way. Dark thoughts no 6 year old should ever have swirling in their head. It took about a year for doctors to figure out was wrong. It was something they called "morphing"
I was one of the first waves of kids to start loosing their... humanism I guess you could say. A mandatory quarantine on any of the "Morphed" was put in place. My parents didn't take finding out about my condition very well. Once that quarantine was put in place, they kinda resented me. They'd curse me call me a disgrace to our name. My dad was the worst about it. He wasn't that bad at first, but on my 7th birthday I began to grow fur, and that was when he was fed up with it. I think he was really just trying to deny my condition, but ran out of time. He hated me and would verbally abuse me.
By 8 I had sprouted small nub like horns. That's when he started treating me like a slave. As the years passed and I became less and less human my dad became less and less of a dad. He'd slap me punch me. Would call me horrible names. Her'deven go as far as threatening my sister, Lani, if I didn't do as he said. As this went on the more animosity I had.
Eventually, my parents locked me in my room. Though it's not that bad, really. I have a specially made door so that they can give me food and if I'm lucky new... well anything. I had a computer I could play video games on. My ukulele was kept under my bed next to a small wooden bed Lani painted for me on my 12th birthday. My dad would have broken that bee into as many pieces as humanly possible if he would have seen her give it to me.
And I'm not completely isolated my sister visits me. We talk through the door as if I was a dangerous criminal and she was security guard at some kind of jail. I'm thankful for her, without her weekly visits I'd go insane. She's my one reason to keep going.
I heard the sound of soft souled shoes hitting against hard wood. My fight or flight was instantly activated. Is it my Dad? That's when I smelt the fond familiar scent of my sister. "Lani." I whispered through the door. "Tub." She whispered. Something was off about her. She wasn't her normal cheerful self. She'd usually be showing me cool things she's found through the door and telling me all about her school life. But today she sat there quite and not eager to see me. "Are you ok?" I asked worriedly. "I'm fine..." Lani mumbled. "Hey can you open the slot I want to see you." I requested. "I...I don't feel like it." She said reluctantly. "Lani you have me worried please." I began to say ever so slightly louder. "Tubbo you have no reason to worry stop." Lani assured me. "I have every right to be worried Lani." I argued. "I— stop!" Lani ordered. "I'm just trying to help." I said. "Fine!" She huffed slowly opening the door slot.
She was covered in bruises and gashes. She seemed to have a slight scar on her neck. "Where did you get all those bruises from!?" I questioned worriedly. "I— it was... Tubbo it was Dad." Lani said tears forming in her eyes. I wish with every inch of my soul I could hug her right now and tell her I'd get her out of this horrible place and save us both, but it's impossible. We are both stuck here, at least for her it's temporary. She still has the freedom to leave when she's 18. Unlike me...
"Lani I- I'm sorry." I apologized tears forming in my own eyes now. "Why are you saying sorry it's not you fault our dad is a butthole." Lani reasoned. "Well technically it is my fault he became an asshole." I replied. "No it's not. You had no choice when it came to becoming a morphed. He shouldn't take it out on you. What's the big deal about it anyway. You're not dangerous. You're still you." Lani went on.
She was right about one thing. I had no choice. The way this "infection" works is it attacks your DNA and changes it. For some reason it kinda choose random people, kids for the most part, and caused their life to become a living hell. She was wrong about me not being dangerous. Remember those thoughts I told you about earlier? Yeah, they never left and now those voices are harder to ignore. The urge to kill. The urge to smash everything around me. It's so strong. I'm scared I'll loose to them, but that's what my life is now ; A ticking bomb.
"Lani dinner!" I heard the muffled voice of my mom call from down stairs. Lani slowly stood up and closed the door slot. Yay, I'm by myself again. I just wish my life could change.