Saved From The Light

Part 1- Prologue

             <Eight Yrs Old>

     "Kayleigh?" I look up to Mommy, "Yeeees?" She sits next to me, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" I giggle, "I'll give free treatment to pets!" She smiles sadly, but why? Isn't that a good thing? "Honey, you'll still need money.." I grin, "Well, then I'll just make my own stuff! Have my own farm! That way I don't need money!" Mommy hugs me. "Your such a sweet thing."

            <Nine Yrs Old>

     I'm sitting in the car, while Mommy is angry. My friend had kicked me because I annoyed her.. I like being annoying, and I knew why she did it, but I still told Mommy. Mommy had told me to kick my friend because she had kicked me. I couldn't, but Mommy told me to, so I gently kicked her, but not as hard as she did me. My friend had told her Mommy, and now her Mommy thinks I kicked her, but she didn't kick me. She's blaming my Mommy, and Mommy is going to see her. We got there, and Mommy told me to stay in the car, but I still watched. Mommy is on all fours on the ground now, I think she was shot. I couldn't hear over the air conditioner though. All of this is because of a misunderstanding. The cops came, and only just noticed I was in the car. They think I'm in some kind of shock or something, but I know what's happening. I know what they're saying, I know that I'm shivering. I feel like I'm acting, I feel like I don't care... But I'm crying anyways. Why?

         <Ten Yrs Old>

     I think Daddy is sad. We moved because he couldn't handle it. But, it doesn't matter to me. I dream of Mommy sometimes. I think she's trying to help me. But, I don't know why. The darkness can be comforting sometimes... It's warmer than you'd think.

         <Eleven Yrs Old>

     People bully me. They call me Pimples because of the bumps on my face. My new Step Mom says it's because of my oily hair. Amy, my Step Mom, is really nice. She smokes like Mommy though. I try to get her to stop, but I'm afraid I might get in trouble. They'd take my computer away, and it's all I have to do. I have no friends, I sit alone at the teacher's table. Away from the teachers. I did have a friend, I met her at the carnival. But, she already has a friend. I don't get why they don't understand.. You can have more than one friend. Everyone is my friend, even if they don't know me or bully me, or maybe hate me. They're still my friend, even if I'm not theirs.

            <Twelve Yrs Old>

     I don't care anymore. I used to be so hyper, but now, I don't care. I'd rather be alone than sit with people while they talk to each other, without including me. So, I sit alone at lunch. If there's no empty tables, I'll go over to the other side of the cafeteria with the higher grades and sit there. No one notices me when I do, I'm too silent. Or they just ignore me, either way it works. But, some random girl came and asked to be friends. She warned me she was crazy, but I agreed because, why not? I told her I'm crazy too, but I don't think she heard me. I'm too quiet. I am crazy, but not hyper.

             <Thirteen Yrs Old>

     The random girl is my best friend now, though I don't trust her. I trust her more than most people, but that's mostly because I don't care. I wouldn't care if she were to poison my drink, I don't care if she were to try to put sedatives in my drink... I would have a feeling about it, but I wouldn't care. I'm not suicidal. I just don't care if I live or die, and I'm not bringing death any closer than it should be. But, she was right. She is as crazy as me, maybe less though. If you were to look at us, you'd think I was the innocent and shy one. I think of more gore than her, and even she can't handle it. Especially when I bring up eyes hanging out of sockets.

              <Fourteen Yrs Old>

     I really want to kill someone. How would it feel? How long could I hide or run from the cops? How easy is it? I'm so freaking curious. I used to not cuss because it was bad, and I've never cussed in my life. Now, I just do it because everyone else cusses, and I want to be the opposite of everyone else. I want to be a dragon, or part dragon. I love dragons, though I know that's not possible, I still wish it. It can be possible, but it probably wouldn't be me. I am paranoid, I always feel like someone's watching me, though unlike other paranoid people, I don't do anything about it. I don't care. I talk to myself sometimes. I cut myself sometimes. Though I don't cut for normal reasons, I do it because unlike other people, I think about what could happen. I cut to get used to the pain, so that if someone were to cut me, I could get up and ignore it, then continue on. And, I lick up the blood, that way it doesn't stain anything, and my parents don't get suspicious. Though they most likely would ignore it, since their 'Innocent little daughter' wouldn't do or even think about anything like that. But then again, do they even know me?

           <Fifteen Yrs Old>

      Okay, now I don't want any friends. My best friend betrayed me today. She told the whole school about me, and how 'unsettling' my thoughts are. How much blood is included in them. Me and the students used to have a neutral relationship, I don't bother them, they don't bother me. Now, they avoid me and talk about how violent I am. At least that means I get to be alone, wouldn't want to hang with those sluts anyway. There goes my care for curse words, lasted fifteen f*** years. I think that's a new record.

           <Sixteen Yrs Old>

     I have found out that my teeth are getting sharper.. My two top canine teeth are the sharpest. Like a vampire actually, though they aren't long, just sharp. My parents kicked me out, even after saying that I was to stay there until I was eighteen. They probably found my stories and page I've been writing. I have a story like thing that I put my thoughts on. Things like my cutting, the knife hidden in my room, how violent my thoughts are, and other things. But, now that I'm free, I guess this is where it begins... From my innocent thoughts of helping, to my violent thoughts of ripping throats out.. I'm glad I'm not blinded by the light like most other idiots are.