We're Not Evil, Just Betrayed

Chapter Eighteen, Cursed Memories

RE;AN - AAHHHH SO MANY TYPOSSSS

                 Sky slammed his head against the wall, an audible crack sounded as Jerome turned sharply from Bajan, his expression a wide ray of confusion. Sky could only respond with another slam, blood slowly dripping from his hair. He hit the wall, repeating the same process as he painted the dull white walls a vibrant red.

He clashed his head against the metal.
He was so worthless

He was about to hit the wall again, when someone pulled his leg, and he went crashing down.
Even his mother tried to throw him into the fire

He scratched his face, his claws digging into his skin.
Nobody cared for him, he was alone

Jerome tried to pry his hands away from him.
The only thing he knew how to do was make things worse

Growling, he lashed out, blinded by pain, raking Jerome across the face.
He didn't know how to do anything right

Jerome howled, grabbing his face in pain.
All he could accomplish, was the misery of others

Miserable.

Annoying.

Accident.

Stupid.

Worthless.

What was he ? He opened his eyes, and looked. Jerome was far away at the side, hidden near Bajan, whining in pain. This was all he could achieve. He felt something contrict his throat, blood, droplets falling from the wounds of his claws unconsciously digging into his neck. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. As he crumpled to the ground, the only thing that formed in his mind, were five small words.

'This is what I deserve'

Mother gently cooed as she brushed Adam's baby hair, the soft strands curling against her fingers. Father stood before the fire, holding onto Sky, his eyes glowing with golden red embers. He was silent, he was still. And yet, the King could feel power resonating from him. Destined to rule this kingdom, he knew. "Are you going to cast him into the fire ?" Mother said, looking up. The king turned, expecting to see a joking light in her eyes, but instead, all he saw was eagerness. "Are you mad ? This child...he is what we need. He is true blood to this wretched kingdom. He will rule, and all will bend a knee to him and this kingdom will prosper once again" He stated, as her excitement turned into disappointment. She stood, her fingers touching his cheek as she stared into his hazel eyes. "So much trust....so much expectations for a cursed child. Do you not see who that..... thing is ? He was an accident. A gift from the devil, a demon spawn. All incidents have no future. He doesn't deserve to live. None of them do. The sooner he dies, the faster Adam will assert the throne. Sky will do nothing but bring it down to the ground" she said with so much venom, it was all the king could see.

He did not know when he hit her, but the next second she was on the ground, cupping her face where three red lines were etched on her face. Adam begun to cry, as the king backed away. "Kill him, George. Kill him" His wife breathed, looking at him. "It's not too late, just cast him into the embers. Kill him, please. Just throw him in. Just...." she sobbed, blood seeping into her clothes. Horrified, George did not know how to react. He just held onto Sky, a chill seeping into his spine as the child's golden eyes bore into her.

- - -

Sky hid behind the throne, watching his brother, Adam, talking to one of the nobles children. They were all smiling. They all seemed so happy. He wondered what it was like to be able to have friends. To talk to someone.... Excited, he darted out from the throne and ran up to his brother, hoping that he'd get an introduction. "Hey guys !" he called out once he was close enough. They all turned to look at him, before a disgusted look overcame their expressions. Sky hesitated, then smiled again. They all stared at his dirty clothes, his messy hair and the stains on his skin. Before he could get a word out, the others started talking. "Who is that ?" one said, scowling at him. Adam looked at Sky with a distraught look, the other sibling staring back with an urging look. "Him ? Nobody. Must be one of the servants children. Please, excuse me" He gave them a charming look. The others seemed smug about something.

As Adam dragged Sky by the arm out of the throne room, he started yelling. "What is wrong with you ? Revealing yourself there like that ! Have you forgotten who you are ?!" he shoved Sky forwards. "What are you talking about ? All I wanted was to say hi !" Sky defended, after he had stumbled and regained his composure. The two siblings glared at each other, Adam towering over his younger half. He let out a loud and frustrated groan. "You're always like this ! Everything I do, you do. Are you so bored that you have to try and replicate every little thing I do ? What's next, are you going to try to be decent ?" Adam spat. "What....? What ?! Are you kidding me ?! Why would I want to be you ?!" Sky retorted, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Because you can't do anything ! Your clothes are a mess, you never behave, you don't even know how to speak properly !" Adam yelled. "I-I..I-how-" "See ? Look at you ! You're lucky to even be present at dinner. You don't deserve any of this. You don't deserve to be alive ! A-and you're so useless, that mom and dad doesn't even want the kingdom to know you exist !" Adam shoved Sky against the wall, fed up, shaking from emotions that could only be anger...and something else. "W..what ?" Sky stammered, looking up at Adam. Kingdom ? "Exactly ! You're stupid, you're worth less than a dime, you can't do anything but stammer and mimic ! Nobody knows you, nobody cares about you, the only reason you're alive is because you're a mistake ! You're a castoff because that's the only way you'll ever be useful in this life !" Adam yelled, glaring at Sky. "If the kingdom didn't know you were born, you'd be dead and we wouldn't have to deal with your incompetence" he spat at Skys feet, before he stomped away, brushing his hair back to look proper for his friends after his tantrum.

Sky leaned against the wall, trying to steady his hands from the shaking. Three droplets hit the blue carpet before he realised he was crying. He wiped his eyes, but they refused to dry, more tears running down his cheeks. He slid down and cried, his palms pressing against his eyes, trying to stop the flow of tears. He pulled his knees up to his chin, sobbing loudly. He didn't know anything about the kingdom, or anything his brother had said. The servants silently walked past him, avoiding eye contact, pretending he didn't exist. He cried harder, his wails echoing into the endless corridors.

Author's Note; Firstly, I apologise to all of you in case you did not like this chapter. I really wanted to input some of his memories as a child, and I wanted to try this method of writing to make sure this was as sequenced as possible (I probably failed anyway .-.).