I started to live in that alleyway for years, it was a bit dirty and dingy but it wasn't all that bad. There were lots of trees protecting me so I had somewhat shelter from it, especially when bad weather would turn up. Some days, strangers would try and show kindness when seeing me, a poor little girl on those solemn streets, until someone else said to them, "Mate, don't help that child , or should I say 'Spawn of Satan'? That's the Caddell's pointless daughter, she could bite your head off in an instant." The once kind stranger would then turn around and leave me to sit in the street. I never talked to anyone or done anything to anyone until one day when I was eight years old, where the preceding incident would happen like normal.
A man had came to help me, but a random woman had walked over and whispered, "You helping the Caddell? How silly of you." When I had a good look at the woman, her hair was a honey-blonde colour, which confused me as no honey is as sour as she seemed. Her eyes were as dark as her glance, sharp as stone. Her clothes looked luxurious, her rose dress laced with trim, and rose-gold heels. However the man's clothes were a big, black hat, a blue shirt and navy pants... with weapons in his pockets? I wasn't able to see his face as it was now situated towards the woman who'd just recently spoke to him. Hearing those vexatious words must have annoyed the man attempting to help me, for he consequently stared at her in exasperation and politely explained, "Excuse me miss, but I'm a police officer. If you think I am going to disregard a child because they're from a particular family, you're more than mistaken, lass." I could see the anger in his voice, yet his stance was anything but anger, more like fear. The woman scoffed, walked away and sneered, "Well, don't say I didn't warn you when Satan takes over the poor little gremlin."
The policeman then turned around back to me, kneeling down almost as if he wanted to speak. I suddenly felt something I had only felt once. This feeling made me hesitant and conflicted with any of the decisions I would ever next make, in case I didn't survive. I never realised that I had gazed at him in apprehensiveness, breathing as fast as I could. In a flash, the policeman reached out his arm, with slight fire in his eyes. Wait, was the poor man on fire? Look around, Auriella. There was no sign of embers or sparks whatsoever as I searched the vast city. That's when it hit me. I was the one in miniscule flames. In reaction to his arms being a lingering branch from the tallest tree, I showed him both of mine in denial of his, and looked away as I feared what he may lay upon me.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help you Miss Caddell," the policeman reassured, "could you tell me why you're here all by yourself?"
"It's a complicated story sir, and you might not believe it..." I replied, "...but thank you for helping me with that mean woman back there." Ugh, why did I say that? There was no point in trying to sound like I didn't have a broadened vocabulary. The policeman stated with a loving smile, "Helping troubled people like you who need it is just what I'm supposed to do." He looked up at the sky.
"It looks like it's going to rain, I don't want you soaking wet. Is it okay if I take you to a place where it's more safe for you? You can tell me every detail of the story on the way if you'd like." I looked at him, with regret in my eyes, blended with a new chunk of something new inside. I soon realised that my flames had completely left my presence. I then tried to mirror his tenderhearted smile and answered, "Let's go."
On the way, I told him everything. When I say everything, I bloody mean everything. Everything about my mum, the abnormal demon I had inherited from her and all the memories that I wanted to erase in my life. I could tell from the way he spoke that he did not fully believe my story even as we arrived at the "police station"? That is what it's called isn't it? Yes. Thanks. The cop didn't believe me about the fact that my dad hates me but he somehow believed that I had a full large demon inside my tiny, little body? Surprising. I couldn't believe it, although that woman... I'm sure she said something about Satan taking over me? Maybe it's just that one little piece in the puzzle that makes the bigger picture, or maybe he knew my mum and was never introduced to me? I'm not sure.. but whatever or whoever made him believe it, bless your soul.
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Healing The Scars Within
Teen Fiction"I would do anything to forget everything." "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." Auriella Caddell is a half-demon who is not accepted in society because of the way she...
