Venomous

Mr Nobody

I feel like no one wants me. Not even my own parents. It makes me wonder why I was even born. I feel as if I'm a mistake. I'm always in the way or not needed. I always need to shut my mouth, mind my own business and just disappear.
It's mainly my dad-er-excuse me, Manta, who tells me those things. He doesn't speak to me much but when he does it always stings. If he's not pushing me down with his words, he's doing it with his eyes. His stare is intense and his glare is even worse. But half the time, he acts as if I don't exist.
Midnight, my mom is not much better. She's cold hearted and acts as if I'm a ghost. She only notices me if she needs something from me, which isn't often. She makes sure I'm fed and trained. And that's it. She's like a robot. I can never tell what she's thinking and her face is always emotionless.
I've never been outside. I'm hidden away in a ship. I'm only allowed to be underwater once a week so my gills don't get dry.
My days start with Midnight waking me up and training with me. Then I wash, eat lunch and then do schoolwork with the guards. I'll play a board game or learn a new language. After that it's just house work, dinner and bed.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I sneak out my room to listen to my parents. They only talk about business during the day, but at night, their tones soften. Manta's voice sounds human, as he comforts Midnight. I imagine him drying her tears. Over and over I heard the names, Opal, Alexandria, and Tulio. People I never heard of but my parents talk about them fondly. But tonight was different.
Tonight they were talking about...me?
"You need to talk to him Kaldur," Midnight robotically says,"He needs you."
I've never heard my father's real name.
"He needs to leave. He can't stay here any longer," I heard a man say,"They'll find him and take him. I told you not to keep him, told you not to get attached-"
"He's our son,"Midnight raised her voice,"He's ours Kaldur, we need to protect him!"
Protect me from what?
"He needs a father," it sounded as if they got closer to each other,"Don't you remember what it was like? To be a father? They adored you. Our little balls of joy-"
"I am no longer a father. I'm not the man I once was, so I can't be the father he needs. Nor do I want to." He sounded angry.
Midnight's voice began to change. She sounded like...she was going to cry,"Kal...he's dying in the inside. He needs you to be the man you once were. I need you to be that man! I can't keep looking into those miserable eyes and thinking we're the reason! Your words are effecting him! Tell him the truth! Tell him how you feel inside!
"I'm not talking to that...that thing!"
"That thing is your son!"
"A son I never asked for!"
"Kaldur stop-"
"You want me to say how I truly feel! What about you!" He got louder,"You act like a robot! Nothing like a mother!"
"I'm trying...it's just so hard."
"Then please my love, understand how I feel."
"Kaldur-"
"No, he needs to toughen up! I was soft and look what happened!"
"It wasn't your fault."
It got quiet.
"Do you really want to know what I feel towards my son?"
"Yes." I whispered.
"I'll tell him right now!" I heard a loud noise and quickly stepped away from the door,"I'll tell him he was a mistake and not wanted! He's a waste of space and my time! When I look at him I see a failure! I see someone who was dead and should have stayed that way!"
"Kaldur'ahm!"
The door opened and he looked down at me with his cold eyes,"Did you get all of that Meruem?"
My body reacted before I could think, and I threw him to the ground, eyes swollen from tears,"What did I ever do to you?! Why do you hate me?! Everything I do is for your love and attention! Father I just want you to show me just a speck of love! Just a piece of kindness! I just want you to be happy with me! I wish for you to smile when you see me! I wish to experience a hug with you! I wish for you to love!"
He didn't speak.
"Speak to me! Why don't you love me? What did I do to deserve your hate?"
He came up close to me and whispered,"Because you lived."
I stepped back in pain as he glared. His eyes judging my every move. Their darkness piercing my soul. Eyes like knifes breaking my heart in two.
I couldn't speak. Couldn't tell him how I felt. I couldn't even look at him any more. I walked away, with my head hung low.
Sometimes I try to convince myself that I don't care, but he comes a rips off my mask.