The Demon's Child

Prologue: continued

     The main question that always circled my mind as though my thoughts were the rings of Saturn was "Why?" It was such a simple question..but, the thoughts that gripped this question were wool being spooled out of and into my mind. I yearned to know why certain events happened in the order they did and what I could've done differently to make those scenarios alter. I hated myself for not being able to save certain people or do certain things in certain situations. Although none of it was my fault, I couldn't help but feel a burning guilt. My mind was the only gasoline for this fiery guilt and that was the worst part.

      A sudden creak broke my train of thought and my brown ears and tail, tipped black, perked up in surprise. I stood up and looked around but soon calmed down realizing it was the vent. The gaze of my right sky blue eye and sunny left eye drifted to my door and under my doorway. The bathroom light seeped through the cracks, illuminating the floorboards. My mind filled again with a thought I couldn't bear. It was something that happened years ago and who it happened to is alive but it still hurts to think about... I shuttered and looked away not wanting guilt to fill me up again like it already has.

     I let go of those heavy thoughts and looked at myself in the mirror of my bedroom. The man staring at me through the mirror, the huge explosion scar across his right cheek and the one that slipped across the bridge of his nose as well as a scar splitting his right eyebrow, looked unfamiliar. My hair was chocolate brown and very fluffy. It covered my forehead in a neat way. My septum piercing and upside down cross dangling from my left human ear were there still. My left wolf ear was torn from something that happened when I was a kid as though it were a piece of paper cut by a toddler. It was what made me myself but it all looked like a blur of emotions and failure that seeped everywhere like thick blood. I tried to recall everything that had happened in these past couple of years and got lost in it.

     She had let me go. She released me and I teleported off not wanting her to come back for me. She knew the malicious intent she had on keeping my sibling still locked in that hell hole and letting me free instead. I couldn't flee to anyone right now as I had nowhere to go. My thoughts were filled with my younger sister and how "I was supposed to make sure she didn't get in trouble with mama" and how "I'm older and should know better." I was stuck in my own collapsing cage of rage and fear. My ears were pinned back and my hairs stood on end. I tried to calm my mind down and breathe. I steadied my anxious breaths and sat down against the rough bark of a tree. I slowed my breathing down by at least 90% but still couldn't shake this dreadful feeling of hatred.