If I Am More

Chapter 2

I hope they won't catch me. after my stunt this afternoon they have had all eyes on me. i made myself a secret tunnel that leads to the underground stairwell which connects to the outside but it was locked. Luckily for me I took the key when my parents we not looking.. I grasp the cold little golden key and unlock the door revealing the outside. The harsh cold winds blow my hair back and hit my face. I run out into the roads away from the neighborhood behind our house. I run down the street to where my sister lives. I knock on the door hoping she answers.

"Yasabella? What are you doing here?"

"Keep it down. I left through the tunnel."

"(sighing) You're shivering come in." I toss myself onto the couch. The next morning I see people standing over me. UhOh!

"What are you doing here?" My father stares down at me.

"Papa!" I jump off the couch almost immediately.

"We are leaving!" he grabs my wrists and begins to pull me out the door.

"No!" I stand my ground.

"Excuse me?" I cross my arms around my chest.

"I am not going back home." I stand firmly and in place.

"Fine. You leave me with no choice." He turns to leave. Suddenly he snaps his fingers and one of the gatekeepers comes in.

"Sir?" He waits for his order as he stands tall and proud.

"The girl." The gatekeeper picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

"NO!! LET GO THIS IS CALLED KIDNAPPING!!!" I scream through the boiling tears running down my face. My father turns to me and steps away.

"Put her down." The gatekeeper puts me down and runs away from me. Then I burst. The ground begins shaking and the wind from outside goes wild. I walk towards my father and he steps back with every step I take until he get outside. I stop at a mirror and look at what I have become. My eyes are bloodshot, hair crazy, and overall I am a monster.

"LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!" I scream. my voice is sharp and raspy. The ground breaks at my steps. This is only some of my power. The more I hurt the more I destroy. This is the fear taking over my body. killing the happiness and destroying the peace. Maybe I am a mistake, made for destruction made for death and murder. made for nothing more than a joke to those who are unseen. maybe I am a bad dream that came to life. If I can not change that is all I will ever be. a dream gone bad. Made to torture and hurt. Why was i made? just for people's laughter and amusement. I will tell you if I knew what I was made for, I would have a whole new perspective of the world. I may be dark, but on the inside i want freedom and happiness. I want longing and love. I want to belong, to something special and gentle. I want to be more than a monster to people. But the things i do, destroys life and creates madness.