That Special Kind of Love

Prologue. Where Everything is Explained.

It was a cold day when my parents died. Probably in the negatives. I still remember it like it was yesterday.

Mom and Dad were on their way home from shopping, and I was in the care of my big brother and aunt. I always knew my aunt didn't like me, but Bro couldn't handle my seven-year-old self that was me. He needed a hand and my aunt lent him that hand, albeit annoyed.

Anyways, on the way back home Mom and Dad had gotten into a crash. They may have slipped on ice, maybe they hit another car, or maybe another car hit them. However, I was never told. To this day I don't know how my parents died.

About a year after Mom and Dad's deaths, Bro killed himself. He had been... going crazy. So one day he decided that he was just going to rip out his intestines and hang himself by them. Bet you could never imagine how much of a failure you'd feel like if you walked into that. Thinking that you could've done something to stop it, but really there was nothing you could do.

Sure, I was only eight-years-old, but everything that had happened from that point had been blamed on me, so I was used to it. My aunt beat me when I would protest; she'd beat me even if I didn't protest. My life was hell.

Years run by (and I'm living with your shadow...) and now I'm about eleven. My aunt has been less abusive for the past year or so, and would actually feed me. I had thought everything was fine. Boy I was wrong.

Near the end of the year, I was going around usual business when my aunt came into the kitchen with a bunch of men. They were all scientists, but not the nice kind. The stunk with the scent of death. I had greeted them, and in a matter of seconds I was being pulled away. I hadn't even known what had happened.

As soon as they got me to their 'factory' I knew what was happening. I had overheard my aunt talking to someone about having a patient willing to let herself be tested on with monster magic. I never thought it was me.

So here we are now. I am 23 years-old. I am the only surviving patient that was tested on, and I have full control over the magic given to me. My soul is so bruised it looks black, and I have a magical glow that comes out of my left eye whilst doing my magic.

The scientists still watch over me, make sure I'm okay. They run tests everyday. They watch my performances. I am a singer, and I love my job. I love creating things with my magic during performing. The audience always thinks it's some other monster, because of the glasses I wear, which hid the glow from my eye.

However I hate the fact that nobody knows my true identity.

Maybe I can show them.

At tonight's performance.

I'll just show them how much power I truly have.

Then we'll find out who likes the true, realist me. 

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Hello lovelies! I did this cause why not? I thought about writing a story like this a lot. I dunno where I want this to go, but that's always better.

Love you guys! ~Taba ^~^