If I Were Born A Girl.(Boyxboy)

Eleven Years Ago

A couple of thing made that day stand out more than any other:
It was my sixth birthday,and my mother was wielding a knife. Not some tiny steak knife,but some kind of massive butcher knife glinting in the light like in a horror movie.She definitely wanted to kill me.
I try to think of the days that led up to that one to see if I missed something about her,but I have no memory of her before then.I have some memories of my childhood,and I can remember my dad,who died last year,but not my mother.
When I ask my brother,Ivy,about her he always answered with things like:
"She's fucking crazy Henry,That's all you need to know."
He's six years older than me,so he knows more and remembers things better,But he never wants to talk about it.
We lived in Connecticut when I was young,and my mother was a lady of leisure. She hired a live-in nanny to deal with me.My brother was the man of the family,so he had to grow up fast.He knew how to take care of himself.
Mom was never around.
The night before my birthday,the Nanny had left for a family emergency.My mother was in charge of me,for the first time in her life,and neither of us were happy.
I didn't even want the party. I liked gifts,but I didn't have any friends. The only people that showed up were my mom's friends and their rude kids. I guess my mom planned for the party to be a princess tea party.Ivy and our maid spent all morning setting it up so I pretended to like it.
By the time everyone arrived,I'd taken my shoes off and pulled bows out of my hair. My mother came down stairs in the middle of me opening gifts,she studied everything around her with her pale green eyes.
Her brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun,and she had bright red lipstick on. The lipstick only made her seem paler. She still wore father's red silk robe,the same way she had since he died. When father died,she declared I was a girl. Mom added a necklace and black heels,as if that would make the outfit appropriate.
No one commented on it,but everyone was to busy watching my performance. I complained about ever gift I got. My mother made sure they knew what her plans for little 'Amaya' were! They were all dolls,ponies, or something I would never play with.
My mother pushed through the crowd where I sat. I had torn through a box wrapped in pink teddy bears,containing yet another porcelain doll. Instead of showing gratitude, I started yelling about what a stupid present it was,stating I was a boy not a girl.
Before I could finish,my mother slapped me sharply across the face.
"You are a girl",she said,her voice cold."But you are not my daughter."
My cheek stung from where she hit me,I gaped at her.
"Of course I'm not your daughter,I'm a boy!!"
The maid quickly redirected the festivities,but the idea speculated in my mother's mind the rest of the afternoon.
My mom is crazy,I think because dad always wanted a girl,so she turned me into this. Some how it still hurt my feelings,telling me I'm not her daughter. She only said it so I stopped behaving rudely.
After all my fit throwing to get people to leave and all the madness of my mother, someone decided to serve cake. My mom seemed to be taking forever,so I went to check on her. I don't know why she was the one getting the cake instead of the maid,who was way more sane.
On the island in the kitchen,a massive chocolate cake covered in pink flowers sat in the middle.Mom stood on the other side,holding a gigantic knife she was using to cut the cake to serve on tiny saucers. Her hair was falling in her face as the bobby pins came loose.
"Pink... flowers.. and chocolate?"
I wrinkled my nose as she tried to set perfect pieces onto the saucers.
"Yes Amaya,you like chocolate." She informed me.
"That's not my name,No I don't!!"
I crossed my arms over my chest.
"I hate chocolate,and I'm a boy."
"Amaya!"
The knife happens to point in my direction,frosting sticking to the tip,but I wasn't afraid.
If I was,I would lose against her. I won't stop fighting.
Instead,I started another tantrum.
"No!No!No! That's not my name!"
I stomped my feet harshly.
"You forced this party on me,at least get a cake I like!!" I shouted.
"You don't want chocolate?"
My mother looked at me,her green eyes solid and wide. A new type of crazy glinted in them.That's when my fear started to kick in.
"Who are you?Amaya?
What type of child are you?"
She slowly walked around the island,coming toward me.
The knife in her hand looked far more menacing that it had a few seconds ago.
"You're certainly not my child.
What are you,Amaya?"
I was speechless,Staring at her as I took a few steps back.
My mother looked maniacal. Her robe had fallen open,revealing her thin collar-bones and the pink slip she wore underneath. She took a step forward,this time with the knife pointed right at me. I should've screamed or ran away,but I felt frozen in place.
"I was pregnant,Henry!"
I jumped as she screamed my name
"But you're not the child I gave birth to,where is my child?!"
Tears formed in her eyes,making me believe I didn't deserve to be alive,that I wasn't her son.I shook my head.
"You killed her,didn't you?"
She lunged at me,screaming at me to tell her what I had done with her real baby.I darted out of the way just in time,but she backed me up into a corner. I pressed up against the kitchen cupboards with nowhere to go,but mom wasn't about to give up.
"Mom!" Ivy yelled from the other side of the room. Her eyes flickered with recognition,the voice of the son she actually loved. For a moment I thought this might stop her,but it only made her realize she was running out of time,she raised the knife.
Ivy dove at her,but not before the blade tore through my dress and slashed me across my stomach. Blood stained my clothes as pain shot through me,and I laughed hysterically.
"O-Oww." I said as I began to sob.
My mother fought hard against Ivy,un-willing to let go of the knife
"He killed your sister,Ivory!"
My mother insisted,looking at him with frantic,pleading eyes.
"He's a monster! He has to be stopped!"