Skittlez, The Autobiography

The Beginning

As you all know, tieflings don't have a very good reputation, so I have been an outcast ever since I was born. My mother was outwardly a kind woman. Kind enough to not pass judgement on people with lower standings. When she fell in love with my father, the relationship was incredibly taboo. Dad was a Tiefling and Mom was a human. As a result, I was born as the former. I see my mom as selfish for letting this happen. It's not fair to a child to have to bare ridicule because they exist.

My mother named me Skittlez, after the candy. As if being a tiefling wasn't enough torture, she gave me a silly name. Right when I was born my mom had to keep me a secret. I was well taken care of but being locked away in our home didn't give me very much social development. I'm still suffering the consequences of that...

By the time I was the age of 3 I was speaking full sentences and expressing myself. I liked to sing songs to our cat and tell jokes. My cat was the only friend I got to have when I was that age. My mother was a very busy woman and wasn't home often, and when she was, she was asleep. I used to throw tantrums and hurt myself to get her to pay the slightest bit of attention to me. It was miserable.

Elementary school was a whole other demon. Children are brutal to those they don't understand. There were so many different characters at my school, but as a tiefling not a single one wanted to talk to me... until I met Comet.

Comet was kind to me and always tried to help me feel included. She would sing and draw with me and come to my house to play! I could never go to her house though. Her parents weren't nearly as open minded.

She would stand up for me all through elementary school, but when we got into 7th grade, she was less pleasurable. I can't blame her though. Being involved with me got her into trouble. The children we grew up with began to bully her as well for her association with me. I felt so guilty I let her go through that, because she was the only person I had...and I dragged her down. She soon chose to distance herself. Yet again, I was alone.