Healing The Scars Within

Chapter 1: The Memories

I would do anything to forget everything. I would go as far as to have everything I have taken away from me just so I could heal all the scars, injuries, bruises or whatever you would like to call it, that has led up to this; the present moment.

My story actually begins with my birth. I was not your average baby, I was born a hybrid. I can remember it like it was yesterday, seeing the sunlight pass through those glass windows like little aeroplane tracks you see in the sky and my mother's face, each thing twinkling as bright as the closest stars. All from her smooth, porcelain skin to her hopeful eyes that gave a golden hue, to that button-nose sitting there in the perfect place along with her radiant smile. That extravagance could take me anywhere and I could feel alive, same with those luscious locks of flaming crimson that would twist and turn into the most intricate coils, an ignited labyrinth of hair. Despite these multiplying curls, her hair looked tidy, probably making Rosaline Caddell the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.

A few minutes later, a man walked into the room. His skin was rough, like sandpaper or walking on tiny pebbles at the beach, as well as his beard, its looks? Stubbled. His eyes reminded me of a clear sky on a sunny day, no clouds blocking the way, just a bight blue void, the pupil acting like the light that shone in those orbs. His eyebrows just above those tired eyes were quite contradictory compared to my mum's, which were in good shape and thin whereas this man's was all over the place and thick. His nose was nothing like a button, it was more of an onion bulb? I'm not sure but it was large for sure. I couldn't see his hair, it was always covered by a watch hat on his stupid head. It's them hats that feel like they're elastic but still woolly, you know which ones I'm talking about? Good, it could've taken me awhile to explain. If still not, then maybe Google it up? Anyways, the man then said to me, "Hello... Auriella, I'm your father and I hope that you can learn to love me as much as I love you." Those words from Seth Caddell influenced me over the course of my life, as time started to fly past like a witch on a wooden broom.

That's my birth story but.. Come on Auriella, I thought your memories were sad. I mean, your little birth story seems happy to me. Yeah ,I guess that wasn't bad but you ain't seen nothing yet. When I was only 2 months old, I started to talk. Not "just mama and papa" level, like talking as a 6-year old level. Crazy, am I right? Well, you can thank my demon for that. Oh yeah, I was born as a half-demon (spoilers)! Most demons can talk at their birth but because I'm also human, there's a barrier that comes with it, so as a result I still sometimes acted like an average baby in Colorado, USA. What even is your half-demon situation? It's really awesome in my opinion....Are you finished? Stop using your mouth, and start to use your eyes and ears, okay? Keep it that way, I will answer all your questions later on. I think I remember my mum once saying to my dad, as she held me in her arms, that she didn't expect me to talk at this age, but knowing me I've kind of flew past those expectations. She felt really scared when saying it though, one thing I don't really get. Once I got to turning 1, I sang for the first time with my dad. It was to the song "Here Comes the Sun". My mum had then walked in, hearing both me and him pointlessly blast off words in one voice, harmoniously in unison. She always said my voice was like an angel, flying all across heaven as if the sun never set. But one time, I remember singing in my bedroom when all of a sudden, a flame started to engulf me. This is when I realised that something wasn't right.

I looked in the mirror I had and saw my skin had went from peach-coloured to an Indian red, my curly ginger hair turned into straight jet-black locks. But my eyes.. they went from blue to a glowing sunset. My mum had luckily came in and told me that I wasn't like normal kids. This is when I found out I was a half-demon. This demon had taken over me for some reason – I think I was sad that day, so it must've gotten too much for me. She then taught me how to keep control of it, especially in public where lots of people, judgemental people, would be. For the next month, I had read every book I could find about demons and found out that they lived in the pits of Hell, with their king being none other than Satan himself. Everyone always said he was a ruthless creature but when I asked my mum about him, she said he was actually really loving and cared about all the citizens there. The humans never even got punished for their so-called "sins" unless their actions were really horrible like murder for example.

But one of the worst memories I have was on my 3rd birthday, I woke up to seeing my mum against the fridge at gunpoint from a person. They had a black leotard, watch hat and sneakers while he stood there, stupidly holding a gun towards Mum. They turned and looked at me as I also just stood there shaking my whole body. They then said in a deep voice, "Since you seem to have a child, I'll let you and her have a little chat before....you-know-what happens." Their voice was really familiar but I couldn't quite put my finger on it as their mask hid the answer from me. Mum asked if she could go into another room with me. They then nodded their head in agreement. I didn't know what was happening, so obviously I said to her, noisily wailing in horror, "Mum, what's going on?"      

My mum sobbed and calmly said, "Auriella, I'm not going to be here anymore. I want you to do is be kind, be super strong and keep this, it's my birthday gift to you." She then caressed my face and I felt something flow towards where her hand touched my cheek. Mum showed me her mirror and I had seen her birthmark now gone from her, but somehow transferred to me. As she hugged me for the last time, she muttered with a quiver, "I love you Auriella, and don't you ever forget it."                                                                                                                                                                                  "I love you too, Mum."

"You finished Rosaline?", inquired a voice. I soon realised the gunman was still in the house. She then went downstairs and all I heard was a bloodcurdling scream. You can probably guess what happened after this. If you haven't been able to use that smart brain already, she kicked the bucket. She is now deceased, she died. 

But hey, at least I still have Dad, right? Not exactly – the day after the incident, I don't know what day was worse. I had woken up the next morning on the stone floor, rain perpetually gravitating towards me and a suitcase laying next to me, probably wondering why it's there. I feel you, suitcase. What comes next, you ask? I hear a door open and I see my dad come out. He remarked at me saying, "Oh, you're awake. That's good to hear." I turned to him, feeling shivers down my spine, sweating with fear as he slowly paced towards me. He then chuckled and stated that, "I am never living in this house ever again with a stupid hybrid like you. So, I'm kicking you out of the house." I then tried to snap at him in rage but I couldn't find the right words to say to that jerk. Seth then whispered, "There's nowhere for you to go now, and your suck-up of a mother can't stop me, she cannot say anything to defend you and she certainly cannot coddle you from the real world anymore because where is she now? Oh yeah. She. Is. Gone." He then turned around, walked back in the house and shut the door, all without ever looking back at me or showing any regret at all. All I remember after that is picking up my suitcase, running as fast as I could until I found a tiny alleyway and I sat there full of tears crying my broken heart out. Because Seth was right, Mum's gone. She can't help me anymore and I have nowhere to go.