My Mother's Daughter, Book I.(Completed)

Chapter 5. My Side

Alina

"I-I had been locked in the dark room. It-it was where I was sent to be punished. The dark room was meant to dull my other senses so I was left with nothing but the burning hunger in my throat. I-it was his way of forcing me to face what I am." I cast my eyes to the table. I could feel my uncle staring at me, but I ignored it and pressed on.

"I could hear them arguing. I didn't need my heightened senses to hear them. They were loud. I could hear glass shattering, and objects being slammed or thrown. It wasn't uncommon in our house." I swallowed hard.

Closing my eyes, I could almost picture it. While I was chained to the cold stone floor alone in the darkness, I could hear the sounds of our house. The creak of the stairs. The branches of the trees scratching at the windows. The heavy, assured footsteps of my father. The lighter click of my mother's heels. Their voices slightly muffled by the floor boards.

But I can hear them perfectly.

"They had been arguing about me again."

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"Don't keep her in the dark. You know she hates it there. You know she's afraid."

"Fear is weakness. She cannot afford any weaknesses."

"Except for you, right?" I could hear the contempt in my mother's trembling voice. She rarely stood up to him. She too was afraid of him. He had once been a doting and devoted husband and father until my quirk began to show.

"She's not a child anymore. She's too old to be losing control like this. We were married at her age for crying out loud."

"Also by your doing." My mother spoke with a bitterness that could curdle milk.

There was a long pause. I could hear the wind howling outside beyond the stone walls where I was trapped.

"We were so young. I wasn't ready to be married. This whole marriage was your way of winning against him. You never loved me. You never loved our daughter. You loved the idea of winning." I could hear my mother's faint footsteps.

"That isn't true. He didn't care about you. He only cared about becoming a Hero. He left you heartbroken. I was there to pick up the pieces when he rejected you. I was there to hold your hand. I was there for you when you needed someone. I was the one who always loved you." 

I could hear my mother's faint footsteps.

"Don't you walk away from me!" My father bellowed.

Their voices had drowned out the farther they walked away. I could no longer hear what was happening. I sat in my cell and waited. I was thirsty. So so thirsty. 

The burning in my throat was becoming too much for me to bear. If I didn't feed soon, I was going to go into a frenzy. 

Hours had gone by. I heard no word from my mother or father. The staff had gone home, not that it mattered. They were not allowed to free me without my father's permission.

 I was beginning to hallucinate. I could hear footsteps and voices quick and angry. Perhaps my parents were still fighting. In the faintest corner of my mind I even imagined a scream. A scream that had made my blood run cold. 

Drawing in a shallow breath I smelled the faintest odor. It was metallic, and all too familiar. My head lolled to the side as the monster in me began to awaken. 

Blood. I smell blood.

Thirsty.

So thirsty.

On their own my wrists began to pull. I began to yank on my chains. I needed to feed. The hunger was overtaking me. I couldn't escape it. There was no hiding from it. The monster had awoken.