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Behind every tear, there is a reason. Behind every face, there is a secret. This is mine.
From the outside, I may seem all calm and innocent, but on the inside, there seems to be a demon always ready to burst out of the innocent girl. I'm not like most girls. Born of an ancient curse, from the moment I came to realize, my parents died. Not of natural disaster, but with my own two hands. That was when I was only 3 years old and that was only the beginning. I was then put to adoption where I was found by my foster parents. When they saw me claw at the door at night, with half moon up, they thought they were dreaming. When they saw me turn around with black slits and red pupils and long fangs that reached to my chin, they found out. They found out that I had the Devil's curse.
They found out a moment too late. When they realize I was chasing them, they ran. It was not long until I ran and tackled them, with them on their backs, begging their adopted daughter to stop. I wanted to, but the demon inside me didn't want the innocent girl to take back control when it found it's 2nd victim. So, with my mouth, I tore their flesh apart, loving the blood that flowed into my mouth, eating the meat that was my new parents. When the demon finally gave me control, I wept over my new parents, while the demon was saying things I couldn't understand; like how weak I was, or how he couldn't believe that he was my demon. I cried to sleep that night.
The next day, the police came. They said they heard some neighbors saying that there was shouting in this house. The police came and saw the house drenched with blood. Blood that came from my parents. Blood that I had splattered everywhere when I torn away at their flesh. But I couldn't say anything, if I said the truth, they would think I have a kind of trauma. Most of all, the demon inside me told that if I had told them, he would tear them up too. Making me watch the horrible scene right before my eyes, losing control, letting the demon do whatever it wants to. I couldn't do anything. I. WAS. HELPLESS. To a point where I could not control myself.
The following parents had the same thing happening to them. I wanted to help them. I really did! But still the demon didn't let me have the enjoyment of parents. When the police came, they realized I was the same as always, in the corner of the room, half scared of everything around me. When they finally realized, that the moon was still up, they quickly fled, not wanting the demon around here, it was bad because they didn't know it was me. I chased them, but however I did, I managed to stop the demon, by saying that if they knew it was me, they would kill me, before he was close enough to attack them. In the morning, when they came back, they put me in a special orphanage.
