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Kaylynn's P.O.V
I woke up to the words of my sweet mother insulting me.
"Happy birthday little rat." mom said bluntly at me. "Mom thanks for acting like you care. You can  stop with the nonsense" I said sarcastically. "Thank god I couldnt act much longer."my mom started fanning herself. I roll out of bed and shoo my mom out so I can get dressed.

I put on my outfit for the day

After checking myself in the mirror for the 20th time making sure it was perfect, I went down stairs and was welcomed by breakfast laid out for me to eat.

"Mom I appreciate you making this for me but I'm not hungry" I lied, I was starving because i didn't eat the night before. "Oh you thought this was for you?" My mom asks "Yes..?" I asked questioning her, "Oh haha, no this isn't for you, you dont deserve it. It's for your father." she explains. "...Alright then" I say.

After a couple minutes a silence the voice inside my head started speaking, "you better get skinner so you can be like those other girls at school" it whispered, I go upstairs and put my running shoes on. "Hurry up! You're getting uglier" The voice spat After I squeezed my foot into my shoes I go down stairs and out the door.

   As I'm running I might as well tell you who and what I am. Hey! I'm Kaylynn douer, I'm 175 years old and I'm a mix of a whole bunch of things. I'm a mix of werewolf, demon, and angel. No one knows who I am or what I am. My mom and dad aren't supernatural creatures anymore, back in 1849 my parents got into a rough fight with a very powerful witch. They got their abilities extracted away from them, that's why they are so mean to me. They hate that I got abilities and they don't anymore. I was born in Maine on July 13, 1843. I wasn't supposed to be born, my mother and father weren't trying for a kid at the time. They actually wanted to just get rid of me, they thought I'd just be in their way of things. I'll maybe tell you more of their backstory later, but for right now that's some things about me.

I stop my 2 hour run when I reached home. I go upstairs to go take a shower. When I get out of the shower all those thoughts started coming back to me for the 3rd time today, "your fat" "your never gonna be pretty" "just go kill yourself " " worthless piece of shit" the voices I encounter have always been in my head.

Every day since age 6 I've had some type of voice talking, encouraging, explaining to me about my appearance or my word choices. The voice sounds deep, cold, and raspy. My eyes stare at the mirror, I see a disgusting human being. I sighed looking at my dark eye bags, my prominent bones, and scars all over my body. I can feel my eyes on the brink of crying. I kneel down and open the cabinet door beneath the sink, I reach inside and pull out a box.  I open it, "Hello once again" I painfully smiled at the box full of razors.

         
I roll up my sleeve to reveal nothing, see because I'm a supernatural creature I just heal. "Do it." I could hear it encouraging me.. "Do.It." The voice said once more with more authority... "DO IT BITCH!" It shouted, I grab my blade and put it against my skin. I apply lots of force, I start to drag harder and harder. I do this bawling and whispering multiple times "your worthless" over and over and over again.

I start to feel blood dripping down my arm and onto the floor, blood starts seeping through my rug. I hiss at my mirror. That's when I know it's time to stop and clean it up. I grab a towel and wet it so it's damp, then I start cleaning my deep cuts even though they will heal, I sit down and start to clean the floor. I can see my blood going through the tile in a pattern, it amuses me.

    
Afterwards I change into my pajamas, which is of course, a sweatshirt and shorts. I go to sleep not thinking about food or anything of that matter, I start to feel my eyes becoming heavy. Then I fall asleep, not ready for school tomorrow.

A/N: Hai! This is my new story and I plan on updating it every other day or so. 🖤🖤