Right Under Their Eyes

Chapter 1: Drifters

They all looked at me
Not my family surrounding me but the ones they couldn't see. The abstract images of what used to be a people .. I guess.
"I told you she'd loose it sooner or later" Terry my older bastard brother whispered.
"Shes just like her mother"
I looked down at the blood pooling on my white sheets and felt a melancholy essence of happiness as I drifted away into the darkest part of my thoughts.
They seemed to notice the blood when I did and all erupted into panic
"Where is she bleeding from!"
"Please someone call the ambulance!!"
My eyes met that devils. The one my mother had called brother, and for a moment I understood that he couldn't feel what these others felt. It was impossible to humanize a creature who was born with no humanity.
They should of listened to my screaming eyes. They should of listened to the words I spoke every day silently. If I told them in person. Or even wrote it on paper. They would of all been in danger of what they couldn't even fathom. The family which thought I was crazy was still protected. And that's all that mattered. Lights grew bright then dim as I slipped into the darkness. Almost like the first time this ever happened at age 7. Here and now I thought about the beginning as I was at my end.
All I remember was the ghosts of people I'd lost long ago coming closer as I drifted away. My family couldn't see but I wish he could see that the people he had hurt were still around. Maybe then he would feel something. Something like the fear he had made all of us feel before we felt nothing at all.