The Deviants

Rumors

Laughter
Joy
Unity
I am surrounded.
But yet I can't help but feel anything but an overwhelming weight of dwell over me.

"If you guys leave early enough, you should be able to make it there."

"A honeymoon is nothing to be rushed, it is to be savored." My fraternal grandmother (Grammy Lou).

She sat next to Amelia while clasping her hand between her aged, and perfectly manicured hands.

She offered a comforting squeeze, while countering what my mother said.

"Tomorrow is going to be the best day of their lives." A person from behind me exclaimed in a nasal-y tones. 

" I can't wait to see what her dress looks like!" "My 12 year old cousin that was not much to my liking.

I sighed deeply. Not much in my life has been worth the praise that they are receiving and I'm envious.

"What's her problem?"  They act as if I can't hear them, they were not even a few feet away from me.

"That's the younger sister." One of them said.

"I heard that after one of her friends died she went bat shit and killed a guy cold blood."  My heart sank and I felt as if I had been punched in the gut.

You know no matter how many times you hear something, it still can take a toll on you.

Why is it that every time I hear it my blood boils. My grief and sadness is overtaken by anger, white hot swirling anger.

I used to be known as the shy younger sister of the gorgeous Hamilton siblings. Now I'm known as something I can't change, something that I never thought possible.

I was known as a killer.

A cold blooded killer that had no remorse for what she had done.

Do I regret  what I did?

Hell, No.

Although I should never voice that out loud.

"I doubt it, she looks like she couldn't even hurt a fly, let alone kill someone." The guy mumbled.

They couldn't be more wrong. I am a murderer and there is nothing I can do to change that.

"It's always the ones you least expect."

I rose my eyes, staring through my brow. I kept my eyes in their general direction.

"I thought she killed her friend, and killed the other guy who was just a whiteness." My eyes locked in on the short brunette girl as she made her accusations.

She wasn't wrong I may seem like a monster but that's what I am.

I own it, and I will live with it.

"Oh yeah, I heard that you fucking pieces of shit need to get a life." My eyes were pulled away from the petit girl and were now zeroed in on the tall frame of my brother.

Shit!! I wasn't expecting that.

As he passed them making his way toward me his shoulder rammed into the guys shoulder causing him to tumble.

"Not that any of you are worth much anyway." He mumbled referring to their lives.

He sat across from me on the other chair. He seemed different.

It has been more than half a year since I had last seen him and I couldn't be more happy to see a familiar face. I wanted to reach out and squeeze him tightly and never let go.