Mystic. [Old]

[Backstory] Chapter 31:

This is what I have written down this small notebook/diary from Derek. Um. So I guess. Hello. I am Tiffany. Let me begin from when I was born.

I don't remember much so here goes. As a child, I was unknowingly an angel. I bet I wouldn't be broken if my parents raised me right, but I experimented with weird forms. I didn't really control it. It scared my parents. They treated me differently. Always have, ever since they saw the creepy things I could do. 

I was always taller than other kids I saw. I went to school. I controlled myself from changing form back then. I stopped going to school by the time I reached high school. 

I murdered my parents and brother.

Or should I even call them that.

They never showed much care for me, I always felt unloved and depressed. Must be why I'm always feeling that way. I was filled with jealousy too as a child. Eh. Not such a big deal.

I was sent away to a mental hospital at first after killing my parents.

Then the lab.

And there was a fine difference between those two.

I was number 545. Mitchell (I guess my lab caretaker), watched over me and "kept me in place." He called me Luminous. It was strange. He liked me. I hated him.

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Oops. Sorry for skipping a bit.

I was distracted from my writing, I think Jor made me fall asleep. I wonder if she will read any of this. Or if the others will... If you are reading this then, hello bitches. This is basically some of my past. I was never really in a good state of mine as a child, or a teen. I'm still not. When I first got analyzed in the lab, they marked me as 'bipolar.' I learned that it meant you switch between moods very quickly, and it's hard to find a medium a lot. You are either happy and hyper, lonely and depressed, or neutral (no feelings at all). At least that's how I describe it now.

I lied to people again. Jealousy actually does tend to be a weakness of mine. Angels aren't supposed to have judgement over anything though, they are supposed to be objective. But since I am technically human (I'm still trying to piece everything together), I guess I have feelings. In the lab I was always confused on what I was. They never explained it enough. The lab was basically jail. But everyone stared at me weird. Not weird as in, you look ugly.  Weird as in what the hell are you freak? Some others called me "pet" because Mitchell appreciated me the most.

It annoyed me. A lot.

I never spoke a lot in the laboratory. Didn't want much involvement with the chatter. It was funny when some creatures threatened at me.

"Hey 545 wanna fight? Because you don't deserve to be better than us."

or

"Let's see how the pet does when she gets out of line."

Everyone always tried to fight with me. There was that one time. I got scared. Punched a dude right in the nose, I fought him. He was bleeding. I got taken away. I don't remember why I did it.

Maybe just to look strong.