If I Had A Choice

Torture

OC-
I slowly slid down my apartment door and rested my head against the cold, wooden frame. I sat on the carpet for what felt like hours. My mind was spinning out of control. I never expected something like this to happen. Not when I was being so careful. Not when I had everything planned out. How could something so simple set my life on the path of destruction. I should have kept my distance. Done anything to make sure something like this wouldn't happen. His expression of pure shock was plaguing my thoughts. He had easily figured out what was so wrong with me. I could still feel the subtle tug in my chest that alerted my soul to be called out for battle. A soul that no longer responded to magic and never appeared. The monster hadn't even reacted until he had finally finished his long winded apology for hurting me in his attempts at stopping my fall. It had given me false hope that all of this would go unnoticed, or at least unmentioned.

At first, the monster had tried to hide his shock, but failed in the end. He acted like nothing was wrong and walked right out of the store. Clearly he had wanted to escape the situation as much as I did, if not more. I couldn't do anything but helplessly watch him until he was out of sight. He was gone and I didn't even try to stop him in my state of horror. Looking back at it now, I really should have done something, anything to stop him instead of standing there and wishing for a hole to swallow me on the spot.

How many people knew by now? How many monsters knew?

What an amazing discovery that must be for everyone. A being so altered and unnatural existed in their day to day lives. I can imagine them now, laughing and pointing at the freak of nature that foolishly called themselves a person. A pathetic circus act for all to see.

I was met with a horrendous ache in my head and immediately regretted my decision to stand, but I couldn't continue my pity party for the entire night. A hot shower was what I really needed. The warmth would soothe my nerves and then I would sort out my thoughts. The small, cozy apartment suddenly felt suffocating as I traversed through the messy living room, and finally the equally messy bathroom. I slipped off my clothes and stood by the edge of the shower, quickly turning it on. The hot steam already relaxing my tense muscles as I stared at my foggy reflection in the mirror.

Scars littered my dark skin, and ranged from common stretch marks to large surgical wounds. They were placed in such a manner that any practical surgeon would be appalled. The farthest ones were only a mere three centimeters apart and they disgusted me as much as my eye. If I could even call it that anymore. I scowled at the white eye patch as it began to stick to my skin due to the humidity, and slipped it off. A pink hue slowly filled the bathroom as my freed eye's glow grew. I really couldn't call it that anymore.

Authors Note: I apologize for the extremely short chapter. This is usually half of what I write, but that is all I needed to tell this part of the story. The next one will definitely not be like this. As usual, please tell me if I made any grammar errors. It's highly appreciated!
PS: I love Sia and her songs are beautiful. I felt like this song was perfect for this chapter. Did you guys enjoy it as much as I did? (I know the video is a bit strange.)