Darkness Awaits

Chapter 1

Some may say that the light is good, but others may say that the darkness brings life. My name is Kendra Swardeen, and this is my story.

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"It's a girl!" Said the doctor excitedly. All I saw was happiness from my mother, and anger from my father.

My father was never excited about my mother's pregnancy. He said he wanted her to get an abortion before things got worse. It was probably because I was the very first child born in the darkness of our home.

My brother, Alex, was born in the light. He's my only,and oldest, sibling. Alex only likes to think about himself, you could say he's going through a teenager phase. All guys born in the light go through this phase. Ugh 16 year-olds I swear.

Well, let's move on shall we? My mother was from the dark side and my father from the light side. They met during the Recreation of Death, one look at each other and they knew that they had became soul mates. Everyone kept saying it was impossible, well I guess not. They had their first child 2 months after their wedding. October 21, 2089 was when Alex was born on the light side, then just a few months later BAM! Eleanor was pregnant again.

Everyone always said it was a curse to have a birthday on November because it was a "month of death". Bitches these days I swear, they're just jealous they don't have my body and beauty. I've been complimented more times than I can count. Everyone is always saying "Are you sure you're 15?" or "Oh my god! How are you even from the dark side?" My answer each time is "It's comes from my mother's genes".

I have survived murder about 10 times. Each of these times my father attempted to murder me. Every time we would go out for dinner or something, people would always whisper. They'd look at me in disgust, kind of like I was a disgrace. According to my dad I was a disgrace. I had a happy life, I had the most best friends you could ever have. My only fear is that one day my father will achieve his goal of murdering me. Each night I can see him through the crack of my door, standing in the hallway, just watching me. He rarely talks to me, but he always glares at me. I think I might considering murdering him myself.