I don't know, I don't know, I don't know a thing.
My name, my life, or my history.
Can you tell, can you tell? Nothing wrong with me.
My heart really, really, really, really isn't that cold.
Tell me why, tell my why, will someone tell me why.
Why they hate me and despise me when I haven't done a thing.
My story, my life, my future in all.
It ends with the sunlight fading away from the world while we run away.
"How could you have done this you demon! Get out or I am calling the church!" The woman shouted at me. I held up my hands in defense and looked at her through my newly forming tears. I wish I could tell her I am not a demon. Just a little boy. But I don't have a tongue. I reached out one of my dirt-covered hands to her but she smacked it away.
"Don't touch me!!" She shouted, "Help! Demon child! Demon child!"
Some passerby villagers heard her and barged in the little hut. They noticed the crying woman on the floor and a little boy. Demon Child.
"What did you do?" A man walked up to me and grabbed my by my ragged, dirtied shirt. "Huh?!"
He threw me to the wall and my back made hard impact to the wood. My spine cracked and I coughed up blood. I looked up to the man painfully. He was smirking at me.
Why am I so hated?
"Get him out!" The woman yelled through her sobbing, "Out!"
The villagers crowded around me with their knives and sticks. They got ready to stab me, hit me, slap me, and kick me when I broke out of the wall of villagers by going under their legs. I dashed out the front door with an angry mob behind me. I ran and ran and ran but they kept coming closer. I could hear their shouts of anger with a splash of fear behind me. My barefoot feet hit the stone road and blood poured out but I kept running. I couldn't stop. I looked behind me. It seems I have outrun them. While I was looking behind, I didn't see where I was going and tripped over a stone. My face impacted with the ground and cuts were made.
I looked up and I was covered in shadows. It was the villagers!
Fear filled my dark grey eyes as I looked up to them looking down at me. I wiped the blood from my pure white hair and accepted my punishment. I did nothing wrong though.
The man gripped my wrists and cuffed them in cold, hard, heavy iron with a long chain connected.
"Get up!!" He shouted. I got up onto my wobbling, bruised legs and looked down, ashamed. He walked ahead of me tugging the chain for me to go forward. The villagers jeered and laughed at me.
I was just like them. They are laughing at their own kind. Why?
I have done nothing.
They threw me into a cold, stone cell with only a single small window. The chains hurt. They hurt. I can't do anything. I haven't done anything. I looked through the small window. I could hear the villagers rejoicing at my ending. Why? I don't know.
I curled up into a small ball and wrapped my arms around my legs. As I shuffled, the chains shifted making a loud sound. A shadow emerged from the corner. Did I wake something? Oh my. What is it? I stared at it and it came closer to me. I closed my eyes tightly and waited for it to touch me or hurt me. The footsteps came closer and it only gave me a small, warm pat. warm?
I opened my eyes and saw a dirty little girl around my age. I waited for her to speak but she never did. All she did was curl up in a ball right next to me and laid her head on her knees. I looked at her a bit and then did the same.
We sat in silence until it was broken.
"Let's run away together." She said. That was it. All she said.
She somehow knew I would agree and smiled slightly.
"Tonight."
The sun was going down. It was almost time. The patrol guards left the cell thinking we were asleep.
We weren't.
Once they left, the girl and I quickly ran out of the door and to the nearest entrance. We almost made it when. . .
"Stop there!" A man shouted at us. We turned around in shock and spotted him. "Prisoners escaped!"
We looked at each other and ran for our lives. We weren't going to get caught. Never.
The mob ran after us in the dark night. Shadows fleeting across the ground before disappearing. The shouts and fires from behind us.
That wasn't MY fault.
The girl and I sprinted hand in hand, step in step. Never once taking our eyes off the goal. The sun was almost up. We could make it. Three.... two...
"Fire!" The men behind us shouted. Gunshots filled the air and blood stained the grass. A metallic smell wafted up into the air, leaving the men in victory. Our bodies filled with bullets. Stained with blood. Dead. Almost. She and I fell to the ground as the men trotted away. I can't... believe...
The sun finally rised and it's golden rays shone upon us.
"Hey, I never knew your name." The girl choked out. "But can I stay with you forever?"
I mouthed a yes and closed my eyes. It was time. My vision seeped into complete and utter darkness. But I was with her.
