The Traitor - Short Story

The Beginning

If you look at me you'd think you know me, that you can tell my problems and my pain. You would think like everyone else thought I had my own problems and that has forced me into being who I am, that these problems are the same as everyone else's and "I'm just over reacting" but in actual fact I'm not, in actual fact I have been cast out and betrayed by the world. By my world.

It sort of all happened I can't lay my finger on when it started but, I suppose everyone in the world has always sort of felt like I don't belong has excluded me from everything after a while it became routine and I learnt to almost 'embrace' the fact I was being treated differently. I mean yes I felt lonely and yes I felt betrayed by those closest to me but I can't let that tell me how to live my life but still I felt like I was alone always and couldn't talk to anyone as to why I was alone or rather Who was to blame for me being alone. I am not a traitor but have been betrayed by those who were meant to protect me, who had sworn to protect me. They by no means cast me out, no that was the rest of the world who think just from looking at someone's face you can tell their history, their pain, who they really are. But of course you'll never no, no-one has ever known, no-one has ever tried to help, asked if I was ok? Nothing...

But now you know there is more to me than face value, that my problems are more than just 'skin deep' like everyone else's. No my main problem has been with me the majority of my life and no matter what I do; I just can't get rid of it. It will always be there... he will always be there. Now you're starting to understand, aren't you? The cogs at the back of your brain are starting to click and spin, tiny pieces of the jigsaw are slowly being put together fitting but still not making any sense are they? But who is he I here you ask. He is the root of all evil in my life the 'bane' of my existence he is the demon in the wardrobe the, monster under the bed, that one bad dream you never shake loose from your memory.

People don't know what's going on I make sure of that purposefully excluding myself from everyone and everything he took my family away from me he kept me alone he likes it that way, when no-one knows what is going on, when no-one will miss me when I'm gone.

Sometimes he can be nice though kind, caring almost but that is only when he wants something from me or to do something to me. The rest of the time I'm in the way or my very existence threatens him and I must be 'eradicated'. No-one cares because no-one knows and no-one knows because he doesn't want them to know and it would get much worse if anyone did know because they would try and stop it, you can't stop it, you can't stop him.

So now as I lay there bruised and bloodied, lying in a mixture of my own tears and blood. I look up at this man, this monster from my nightmares. Slowly as I die facing the creature that has done this to me facing my father.