I'm not even sure what just happened.
I stare at the girl lying at my feet unconscious as everybody in the town plaza stares at me.
"Rose!" My mother screams running out of a little perfume shop down the way.
"I didn't touch her," I say quickly. I mean I really didn't. Or did I? Ugh, I don't remember.
"What did you do?" My mother asks sharply as my father reaches her side.
"I-I..." I stutter.
"Why do you ALWAYS embarass this family? Why can't we go out for a normal evening without you doing something like this?" My mom yells kneeling beside the girl.
I guess it's just the demon in me.
"But, mom...I don't remember."
"That cannot -will not- be your excuse for every little thing you do." My dad kneels beside my mom and picks the girl up in a baby cradle. I remember when he used to do that to me.
Carry me upstairs when I fell asleep on the couch. Carry me when I injured myself. But, he hasn't carried me in 6 years. Not since all these accidents started happening. Not since I started to change. Not since the anger set in and took control.
"We're taking her to the hospital. Do you think you can walk home from here?" My dad walks the unconscious girl over to our silver Mercedes Benz.
I don't even answer him. I turn on my heel and shove my hands deep into the pockets of my baggy black hoodie. I walk all the way home.
When I get there I drop onto the couch and cry. Then all the events of what happened come crashing down on me. I stop crying.
I will not cry for that girl. She deserved it. I can remember her saying some stuff about how much of a freak I am and then I remember slamming her head against a car door.
"I hate this," I mumble into one of my mom's decorative pillows. "Why can't I just be normal?"
"Being like everyone is just plain boring," My little sister, Jamie steps into the room with a boy sagging against her arm.
I look up at her with all her black clothes and makeup. "What did you do to him?" I gesture to the limp boy.
"Oh I don't know. A little bit of this a little bit of that?" She lets him drop to the floor.
"What did you do?" I ask her again.
"Nothing!" she laughs. "All I did was drug him. He was getting on my nerves. He won't remember any of this in the morning."
I'm not even surprised. Jamie does stuff like this all the time. She likes to mess around with some bad stuff. Honestly I think she does it just to piss mom and dad off. And it is working.
What a disfunctional family.
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