Inhuman

Chapter 1

Pain stabbed at my heart as I remembered my father when I woke up. The same as every day since my father disapeared. Everyone said he left me because he didn't want me, but I knew that he was taken, by who or what, I don't know. I knew he was, because I saw them take him.

Today was different, I knew it the moment my eyes opened. Today was my 18th birthday, and the 12 year anniversary of my father's dissaperance.

After my father allegedly left people treated me more different then usual. They had already treated me like another species just because of my eyes, they were both a light sky blue but when I was angry they would change to a stormy green that flashed at anyone that looked at me wrong. I didn't know why they did, they had always done that, since I was a little kid. My father never thought anything off it but my mother always seemed wary around me.

I never really liked my mother but I was admittingly sad when she died a year ago and left me to care for my little brother. He was 11 now and was learning an attitude.

He stormed into my room just then. "Happy birthday Kensley!" He screamed jumping onto my bed and bouncing. I sat up and glared daggers at him. He was the only person I knew that was immune to my changing eyes.

My older brother walked silently into my room. I almost forgot my older brother, he had long blonde hair and deep brown eyes, every woman he met wanted him. I rolled my eyes and gestured to the heap I called my brother perched on my bedsheets. He laughed, a sound like church bells, and went to pull our younger brother off me. "Mikeal, behave." He scolded lightly. He turned his gaze to me. "Happy birthday little sis." He said pulling me into a long hug.

My older brother and I had always had a strong bond to each other. Mikeal didn't understand it but me and Adam had lost our father together. He had been in an argument with him when he was taken and I don't think he ever let it go. Today, because it had been 12 years since he disapeared he was extra sad looking. His milky brown eyes stared into mine.

"Mikeal, I know you made me a cake, can you please go finish it up and cut 3 pieces and get it ready for us?" I smiled at him sweetly.

"Aww!" He complained. "How do you always know?" He cried but hurried out anyways.

"How do you always know Kens?" Adam looked at me strangely for half a moment until I shrugged. He pulled me into another long hug, I pressed my face into his chest, inhaling his scent, he smelt like honey and something strong, cologne. He held me to his chest. "Its hard, Kens, I always remember him on your birthday and I can't celebrate with you because I worry and I feel so guilty."

"It's not your fault Adam." I scolded him.

He sighed and brushed his hands through his long hair. "I still feel guilty." Adam was the only other person who believed our father was taken.

"I know." I said.

I closed my eyes and tryed to remember my father, it wasn't hard, I had done it every birthday since his dissaperance. I pictured his face first. The sharp angles his faces always possessed for as long as I was alive. Then I imagined his eyes, the same as mine though he rarely got mad at me, I could remember them also. I finished my mental image of him and moved to the day he was taken from me and Adam.

The cold wind bit at my skin through the layers of my clothes. "Father!" I called out in my shrilly 6 year old voice. "Wait for me father!" I cried as he went on moving ahead.

"Catch me Kenslin. Catch me!" I had adored my father and I did as he said. I giggled and chased him.

I caught his arm. "I got you father. I got you." I cried victoriously.