Remember, He's Not There

The Mark

*Born-1*

It's been quite a while. They're all starting to notice her. I've already had to hold them off. They can't touch her. I'll never let that happen. I walk to the little girl, Rowan. She looks up at me, she recognizes I'm here. I speak to her. Saying nothing in particular. Just things. I feel an overwhelming urge. I need to, it has to happen anyways. She's already marked to me. I need it more prominent. Even more noticeable. I extend a claw. I carve my symbol high into her right thigh. She's so small, so delicate. She cries out but not loudly, she's never cried loud. It bleeds and I know it hurts. It should burn slightly. But it should be comforting. I hope it is. I don't like hurting her while she's so small. Will she always be small to me? I know I'll hurt her again. If only I could avoid it, but it's in my nature. I'm aloud to though. Right? Her parents aren't going to be happy. No, not at all. It's really noticeable. Good. She's mine. Her mother comes in. She rushes over to the small crying girl. She notices the bleeding mark on her leg. She begins to clean it with shock written on her face. I watch suspended from the corner where the two walls meet the roof. The mother calls for her husband while frantically cleaning the wound. He runs in. She tells him something rushed and he both stare in wonder at the little girl. she looks straight at me, smiling and grasping at the air towards me. It makes me feel weird inside. The parents follow her stare, confused. And instead of worrying of them seeing me, or feeling strange with the fact they know something's in there daughter's room, I can't think of anything else other than fact the little girl I just marked for the second time still smiles at me even though I caused her pain. I feel even closer than before to the small being. I know now that she literally is mine and I have to do anything in my unholy power to protect her. No matter how fucked everything turns out.