Freak

Elizabeth

One.

Single.

Girl.

Who knew one girl can start so much trouble in my life, so much pain. The most beautiful girl, with the most perfect name. Elizabeth Rubi Frost. Such a fragile flower, sweet and innocent. I love her with all my life, and she betrayed me, left me for dead when i showed my true self to her. A freak she called me. Such a sweet and wonderful girl, that could never hurt a fly, called me a freak. She hurt me, broken me even.  She left me with a broken heart, bleeding from the inside.

I gave her everything. I gave her all my love, and she rejected me after I showed her what I am. Yet after all this I still want my sweet flower. The girl I took to go see movies with. My first friend, first girlfriend even. I hate myself for being this monster, a fucking freak! I want to kill myself, and be born into a different family, a normal one, one that doesn't have to hide who they really are.

Death the sweetest release. The time your real fate begins. Heaven or hell, limbo or freedom. I've tried to see my real fate so many times. You can see by looking under my sleeves for cuts that once bled so much, or under my shirt for the scars that won't disappear. If you knew me before Elizabeth you could've seen the bruises from which I attempted to choke myself to death. Perhaps even the bruises from my head from when I would break down and ram into a wall. My mother and father loved me dearly, they always told me to hide, to blend in with the humans. Not to fall out of place, and to watch who I trust. The last words they said to me before, the humans came and took them away. The day they were killed, I stood in the crowd and watched my parents be burned on the stake as others clapped and cheered.

After that the house was inherited to me, along with the millions upon zillions of hundred dollar bills they left me. The only thing I truly cared for was the note telling me they loved me. Days, weeks, and months passed after their death. I spent most days in the house playing my music and walking around. Other days i would go out and get food. Many people would look at me weird because of my black clothes, and spiked boots, but I didn't care. The more people thought I was creepy, the more they wouldn't want to talk to me. Even if they tried taking to me I wouldn't hear them, I always take my music with me everywhere I go.

Then school came. I've never cared for school, because I can't get a job. With a job I would need to be tested for demon genes, and I'm pretty sure you would've guessed what would happen to me if they found out. I suppose i get decent grades, since all I can do is my work. I've never had friends because of my style and attitude, plus why make friends when they are all going to stab you in the back later? Also why would I want to be friends with a filthy human anyway? I despise humans so much, I hope they all burn in hell.