It started as a nightmare

I opened my eyes. It was so bright, too bright, I looked around to see grey and crimson red. "I'm..I'm in a forest, I thought, where am I, is-is that blood!? I started to panic and felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and suddenly my body was running. No wait, when did I start running? I can't control my body, my body is running up to a cliff and I turned around; oh my god wh-what is that? My vision weakened but I can see it crystal clear i-it's a man no I don't this is even human but it still stood there with no face. it was so tall and pale. I can't look away. his black suit with a blood red tie are somehow mesmerizing though my body says different and then turned around and jumped off the cliff. I could feel my body falling. I could see the hard ground below....

I sat up quickly and covered in sweat and I sighed now realising it was a dream. I looked to see that it was 1:02 in the morning. I sighed and tried to go back to sleep but failed to do so out of fear of seeing that thing again so I ended up going down stairs through my empty home to the kitchen, I opened my fridge and grabbed the milk not really noticing the tv on and sat the milk down on the table, looked for a bowl, the cereal and a spoon. I found what I needed and started eating. I then had a strange feeling that I was being watched and suddenly a heard a noise. It was not loud, almost muffled as though it was a mistake. It was upstairs where my bedroom was, I became confused and determined to fine the cause. I walked over to the drawer where i kept the knives then grabbed one. I slowly and soundlessly walked over to the steps. Whatever it was it, it was gone. I walked up to the room to find the only thing at first glance that was different was that my window open and all the house doors open. I become mad at the fact that my drawer was open and my stuff had been looked through. I walked over to my window and looked out to see nothing there but forest like the ones in my dreams "what the hell", I said angrily. I gave up one what ever did this, put the knife on my night stand, went to bed forgetting about the empty cereal bowl,the man in my dreams and fell asleep.

   ..............(time skip)

The next day was normal, lonely and nothing had changed. I got out of bed, recognised my messy dresser and then walked to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. I saw my own reflection, my pale skin and my black hair still in a messy bun. My tired black eyes were staring back at me and my strange cat-like ears twitched. I pulled up my lip and looked at my sharp teeth and then over to the counter where my meds were and grimaced. I grabbed one of the bottles and read the label Paxil for Faith Cannibal take twice a day. I opened the bottle and took one of the white pills and swallowed it. The taste made me gag. I got some of the sink water to wash it down, i got ready for the shower, and washed my face. After I got done with the shower, that I kinda needed, I got my clothes for the day. I grabbed my black bra and matching underwear put them on then grabbed a black long sleeved shirt, black shorts and put them on. I walked down stairs to the sound of the T.V. On the news they were talking about the recent murders and the culprits. There was the well known Jeff the killer, then the kidney thief eyeless Jack and others that I don't know I continued to listen to the T.V. to hear that the recent murders happened around my house. I thought, strange and walked over to the kitchen got out a plate, put some bacon on it and microwaved it. After a few moments I pulled out the sizzling bacon and started eating not really caring if it was burning my mouth. It's just one of the things that make me strange you see I can't really feel pain. The only feelings I can feel clearly are the ones my senses pick up. Honestly I'm surprised they didn't have me locked up for my weird....'tendencies.' When I was young and still in elementary school, My  "parents" were killed. Well in there defense, they thought they deserved to be killed. They Practically brutally tortured me when I was nine to make me have more pain tolerance . If I angered them in the slightest, they would tie me to a tree like a dog and starve me and force me to eat that nasty crap the call xp3:19 that made me get these damn needs .Then they would really experiment on me which meant surgery sadly I was still weak at that age,  but now i'm strong. I've lived out in the wood before the police and the ordnance found me during that time over the years managed to find work even with my appearance . Then after a few persuasions I found a home that I could afford. But I'm not as clean as I'm leading on. Well I started when I would find people to the woods and steal their money after knocking them out, the world still did not know of what I did because of the mask I wore and the fact that no one was aback to see me. After a long time I accidentally killed someone out of hunger when I forgot to eat.
(I hope you can guess what happens next)

my wounds started to heal themselves every single wound. I think this was also one of those thinks that my parents did to me like if I cut myself with a knife it would heal itself in a matter of seconds. it was so strange, but i didn't mind i loved it. It made me different from humanity . Sadly I had to go to the doctors and they tried to fix my eyes, but it didn't work. They started giving me pills, so I take them for some reason I feel like they won't work and now I'm here; a twenty one year old girl with strange ears and tail and is mental.
I finished eating and got ready to go out to the park. I grabbed a beanie, a black hoodie and put them on. I tucked my tail in, grabbed some money, my phone, my larger pocket knife and left. As I walked to the park, I sensed someone was watching me and I quickened my pace. However, I could feel the vibrations with each step I took and with my now fast pace I reached the park quickly and the feeling was gone. I walked over to the swings and sat down. I looked around the area and saw a little boy and his mother playing together. The boy saw me and I assumed he saw my black eyes because he hid behind his mother. She looked at me and then she glared at me,then seemed frightened. She grabbed her child and left in a furry. I frowned felling guilty about the kid and swang on the swing. I was alone then I felt vibrations again and looked up. It was a different boy and he had a yellow jacket and brown hair. I quickly looked down and tried to hide my eyes. I think it worked as he sat down on the swing next to me. 'Who was he' I thought to myself. I looked to the side to see if I could see more of his facial features but only saw a mask...'a mask?' I looked back down, we sat there for what felt like forever, but was probably only twenty minutes. I glanced again and he looked at me and I looked away again as fast as I could. I could feel heat on my cheeks "s-sorry", I mumbled and got up. I glanced at him again he was still looking at me. I turned away and started for home. I could feel him move towards me then make a hesitant stop and walk the other way. I walked as fast as I could until I got home. It was around four and I got some more food from the fridge, made myself a very meaty sandwich. Once I finished, I laid on my couch, grabbed the remote and turned on one of my favorite movies 'Kingsmen'. I got comfy, then felt drowsy and closed my eyes then everything faded to black.

to be continued

(this is my first story i hope you like it!!!)