Chapter 1

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That was the last day I saw my mother. The net and the blood showed signs of struggle, and I knew she had been caught. She had warned me, long ago, against what the humans would do If they ever caught us. They'd lock us in a saltless tank, and as soon as we appeared as a threat, they'd eliminate us.

I've been careful since then, hiding after every time I drowned someone, for fear of vengeful humans. That day that I lost my mother was over 40 years ago, but I'm only 15. My kind is called sirens, and we age much slower than humans. I activated that part of me after I lost mother. The 4 years following her death, I was angry, and scared. I went on a um, well... a rampage, and doubled the amount in my mother's trench. I despise the humans. When I think about mother, I hate them even more. But I try not to, because when I hate them, I kill them, and then I feel broken. It feels as if every time I take a human soul, I chip away at my own.

I don't know how to describe it. It's like our minds find an excuse to go near the shore, and, well, you know what happens from there. The more will power you have, the more you can control it. Unfortunately, because they took something from me, I have none. Luna has even told me I'm some sort of infamous "hero" in the Arctic sea, as if what I do is something to be proud of. It is actually amusing how quick they are to judge, when they don't know anything about me.

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