Illusions (Enoch O'connor)

Chapter 7; Watch Him

Zaria Pov;

It's been a few hours since breakfast.

Everyone had gone to there rooms, and Emma went on a romantic walk with Jacob.
I was board out of my mind to be honest. I didn't know what to do with this new found spare time, so I simply sat on my bed looking up at the ceiling.

When I was little my mother would take me outside and play with me while my father drank his beers inside.

My mother offten tried to run away with me, but we never succeeded in the task. My father would say his wife with mental issues was lost and had his beautiful daughter with her.

So the towns people would go out looking for us, and when they actually cought us they'd take us back to the abusive ass we lived with. No matter how much we'd tell them we wanted to leave they only drag us back.

After all, my mother was known as a demon who birthed a monster with the power of manipulation.

I cradled my head in my hands. Anger of my father returning the more I though about my poor mother.
She died the day the rain smelled like magic, and the trees danced like the wind. A beautiful day, poised by the hands of my father.

When my mom died, the rain smelled like gas, and the trees stood still. It felt as if all colour was sucked away with my mother.
My dad tried stabbing me... But my wonderful mother jumped in front of me.

Once my father saw his wife was the bleeding he freaked out. He dragged her body to the backyard and began building a fire. My mother lied in the dirt, gasping for air. I remember my father dragging my mom by her legs, into the flames. She was still alive. She pleaded to her husband but to no avail she burned.

That was the day my abuse truly began.

When the town heard knews that Amanda Ruvik had died they through a celebration. A big bash to celebrate the death of a witch.
Thats when my hate for normal people began to fester and grow. Those horid excuses of human's.

They were the monsters. They were heartless creatures with skin of a human. The only thing I saw them as were, as I called them, Homines Malum. They were the bad men.

My father forced me to go to school to be ridiculed by other children. Those heinous beings I was raised with.

I hated those children just about as much as I hated my own father....
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" Hey freak! Freak! Listen up! Are you stupid or something!?" A girl yelled as she shoved me to the muddy ground. The sky's were dark and grey as it poured down rain.

The girls name was Prinsly Excabar, my most violent bully. She was the richest girl you'd find in our small town, so she thought she could walk over everone. She had bright red hair, and forest green eyes that matched her fair-tanned skin. The bitch was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

I carefully stood up and tried to brush off my dress. Pushing my soked blonde hair out of my face. " I'm not stupid Prinsly. I heard you rather fine, just didn't care enough to listen." I say as I push past her and goons, who also, were born with silver spoons half down there throats.

My comment seemed to anger Prinsly further because suddenly she jumped on my back. I fell face first into the pathway. I felt the familer feeling of blood trickle down my nose and into a deep puddle. I felt Prinsly garb the back of my head and force my face into the water. I tried to gasp for air but received nothing but muddy water. Finally she pulled my face up.

Prinsly flipped us over so her was sitting on my stomach. She began delivering decent punches to my mouth.

" MAYBE THIS'll TEACH YOU TO THINK WHO YOUR TALKING TO!" She hollored in a fit of petty rage.
By now a half the village had stopped working to watch Prinsly beat the shit out of me.