It's All Going to Be Okay

Do you even care?

Walking around my dark room, gives me a sort of comfort. Listening to my favorite song does the same, but remembering past memories is the best.

I was sitting on my bed looking through pictures that I had taken before I was forbidden to leave this room. The beautiful sunsets and the clouds almost covering the moon. I missed those days. This family has taken a lot from me.

Several years ago, my family decided to create the first ever human hybrid. Instead of getting some volunteer, they chose me. I'm the oldest in the family so why not right? Well long story short it backfired while I was being injected with some red elixir. I don't really remember what happened that day but my mom says I transformed into a huge creature, and from then on I was not able to be seen by anyone. Don't get me wrong I still can go out of my room and around the house but outside is off limits.

I tried once. I tried to leave for a silly reason, But I ended up getting punished for it. No music for a week may not seem bad but when it's the only thing that calms and relaxes you, it a big deal.

In the end I grew out of my childish phase and now all I do is listen to music, hang in my dark room, sing the best songs I ever heard, and basically anything that I can do. I'm not mad at my parents for making me this way, but I feel like I'm a disappointment to them every time they talk to me. Mainly because everytime they talk, it's them reminding me to do things.

" Aileen cover up!"

"Aileen calm yourself"

"Aileen we have guests coming over, go back to your room"

I got used to it but some of the things they say still hurt. Its like they don't want to think about me as one of their own anymore.

Now that I'm older I've realized they are scared of me. I can see that I may not look like there daughter, but I still am. They are so afraid of what I might do  that they don't see what I am doing. I'm doing my best to please them and to be a good daughter for them.

Tears started forming as I thought about everything. The cold tears trailed to the bottom of my face and I quickly wiped it with my sleeve of my jacket.

"In this house of mine, weakness is a form of vulnerability, do not show it!" Is what my father said to my sisters and I when I was young. It stuck with me till today. A 16 year old female that looks like a monster.

There are natural human features to me like my skin, it's still soft and healthy, and my nose, which looks like my dad's. But that's about it.

I have long layered hair that has a shaved undercut. It may seem normal but let me tell you this. My hair colored changed from brown to black. My teeth have changed to rows of fangs, top to bottom. I have a third eye on my forhead. Then there's the weird symbols along the side of my body. From under my armpit down to my ankles. That's about what I was told.

I got up from where I sat, and walked to my bathroom. I didn't dare look into the mirror, too scared of my reflection. Turning on the faucet I quickly rinsed my face and pat it dry.

Turning the bathroom light off, I walk back into my dark room. I started to clean up the pictures I spread across my bed, neatly placed them back in the box I kept them in. I hid the box back into my closet then walked back out, towards my bed. I laid back down and sighed. I closed my eyes, seeing how the darkness in my room wasn't enough and fell asleep.

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I made my way downstairs to the kitchen when I heard a voice coming from my dad's office. I shrugged it off and started to look for something to eat. The fridge was filled with a bunch of food. No one eats in my family, I'm the only one with an appetite. I decided on frozen pizza, and tossed the box on top of the stove. I then grabbed a water bottle and chugged it before crushing it and tossing it in the trash.I didn't miss this time so I fist bumped the air. I smiled brightly at my small victory, when my dad walked into the kitchen. "Hey, what are you doing up?" My dad yawned out. " I should be asking you the same thing" I said while pressing the preheat button on the oven. I then turned around to actually look at my dad and he looked like a mess. "Dad, did you go out drinking again?". My dad closed his eyes and rubbed them. " are you making food for yourself?" he asked me, completely ignoring my question. I was getting annoyed but breathed in and out, calming myself down.

"Dad, serious question."

"I'm listening "

"Do you even care?"