Its Controlling Me

Chapter 2

Dylans pov
I had to hold back a sob, I heard the beeping and knew I was alive. Who saved me, Why? I killed my father, I don't deserve to live. I growled and tried to get up but there was pain everywhere. I looked at my arms and ripped the bandages off, I was satisfied that my words had scarred. I quickly did a spell for the pain and pulled the bandage off my stomach, looking at the scars, some I had made, and some I hadn't.
"THAT'S FUCKED UP! I NEVER REALIZED HOW MUCH OF A BITCH YOU WERE!"
I heard a voice scream before the door to my room slammed open and a girl stormed in. An older looking woman tried to follow but was thrown back. The girl in front of me huffed and I gasped, she has wings.

"Hi Dylan."
I just stared.

"How are you?"

"Alive"
It growled out, stealing hold of my sudden burst of anger. It lunged forwards, my vision red and my humanity was trapped. My beast was out with a vengeance. The girl easily maneuvered away, gliding around. I felt her punch me in the side of the face and it hurt like a bitch.
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I looked around and felt a throbbing in my jaw.

"D-did you p-punch me?"
I was confused.

"You attacked me...don't you remember? Your eyes went red!"

I cursed and hugged my knees, the pain from my Achilles heel proving her right, I tried to contain my tears of self hatred. I pulled at the skin on my leg with my razor sharp nails, wanting release.

"Hey? Dylan! What's wrong?"
She sounded confused.

"Did I hurt y-you?"

"What? Don't flatter yourself"
"Answer m-m-me. Did. I-I. H-hurt. You."

She sighed softly
"No Dylan, you didn't"

"I-I didn't?"

She shook her head.
"Just because you're a hybrid, doesn't mean you can hurt me."

I recoiled. How did she know that
"Wha- h-how..."

"Well Dylan, little bro, I'm a hybrid as well!"

"L-little...what?"
I gasped out.

"Bro. Brother. Sibling and so forth."

"B-but...my parents..."

"Aren't your parents."

"W-what do you mean, t-they aren't my parents ?"
I whispered, shaking my head.

"Our dear mother got rid of you."

Somehow that made me feel worse. I didn't kill my father, I killed the man who wanted me, well, up until a few years ago, that is. I'm not really sure what started it though, I mean, I remember the first time he hit me. He knocked out my tooth. It was the first time I tried to tell him I was failing school.
My mum was away when it happened. From there out it got brutal, I was hospitalized more times than I can could count. Not even my supernatural abilities could help when he broke my ribs, fractured my leg in four places, broke my arm and literally cut through my Achilles tendon. I had a hard time walking, but the animal inside of me didn't understand pain, so it ran all it wanted, leaving me with crippling pain when it left.