The Difference In Being Weird

Change

The first time I met them was purely accidental, but oh so enthralling.
They were charismatic.  Magnetic.  Electric. And everybody knew it, when they walked into a room everyone’s attention was on them, everyone Stood up to talk to them
because everyone wanted to be them.

That family was quite infamous in legends and folklore all across England and London.And although most of them differed,the gist of it all told the same story.

The Phantomhives was a uniqe family, rich . powerfull. And very OLD.

My grandmother used to tell us the storys about a family who's been hunted for centuries because of their blood, and all because their blood made them different.

Vincend Phantomhive was the original founder of the family, but they were hated. and as rich and powerful as they were, they faced alot of triels and tribulations. The storys all tell of a clan of monsters knighted and loyal to the queen as her gaurd dogs solving cases and mysterious that would leave the public in uproar.

But if you ask me that's just politics because some of the families must have known that they would never reach the Phantomhives with anything, and so the only way to gain even a shred of control they spred lies and rumers to sully the name of the Phantomhives. And in turn gave way to centuries of desolation.

Its a really old story, but there's still whispers of truth behind it.

Ten girls every twenty years is chosen born with the mark of a black rose hidden somewhere on their body.

Some see it as a gift and others a curse but me i didn't really care, i never cared for any of those things. I only cared about adventures about changing the world for the better and making a difference that actually matterd.

I was a fool and blindingly naive, because i belived that everyone had good in them, and that everyone always told the truth, how soon I'd come to realize that it was only me and not everyone else.

I thought you were only chosen by the black rose ,and by no other means ,but i was gravely mistaken because with that rose, came gifts, gifts that no human possesses you stood out like a sore tumb even if you hid your mark, and thats how they were able to find us all.

Its weird waching someone walking into a room and everything suddenly goes quiet,moreso when you're trying to avoid the whole ordeal. And with every passing second my heart grew heavier and heavier and my stomach twisted with fear and anxiety and suddenly everything just stopped and it seemed to move so very slowly

The only daughter in a long line of men,cast aside for being diffrient by people i thought was family,oh how soon my pitiful heart would come to realise that blood is not thicker than water and that family is just a word used by conquerors to paint pretty little pictures.