Hidden

Her horns started at the front of her skull. they had started growing when she was 6 years old, at the time they had been nothing but bumps in the thin layer of skin against her fore head.

When she was 8 they started growing, her mother Janis, had tried every medicine and Treatment money could buy, even resorting to sand paper when none of those doctor medications had worked.

Janis's daughter was a monster.
Or so she looked like one

Elizabeth fisher's skin was fare. she was tall unlike her mother who was short and plump. Elizabeth's eyes reflected the colour of lily pad green, her natural back waist length hair clashed with her pale, almost sickly looking skin.

But it wasn't any of these traits that made doctors frown and Priest shake in their socks.

It was the horns.
Or for better terms, antlers.
They started just before her hair line and now
At the age of 18 the reached a frightening height, the resembled that of branches and trusted and turned in the pin point sharp edges

Much like a deer, but unlike a deer they never fell off and were a glossy white.

Elizabeth, or as she liked to go by Liza, hated them.
Her mother when asked or confronted about her daughters mutant decease would responded by grabbing her daughters horns and throwing her in the basement cellar. it was cold and wet in the cellar, and Liza had spent many hours in the concert slab of her mothers two story home.

If that had it been enough then her height was always a problem,
Liza's antlers added an extra foot and a haft to her height, she was already 6'3 so hiding her horns were nearly impossible along with walking through door ways, her extra bone like limps catching on very thing and making a nuisance.

And this is her inhumane story