I Fell for Him

chapter 3 - My past

I sat there humming happily playing near the creek that wasn’t far from my house when my mother came walking towards me. I  kept looking at her until she was right up next to me, she smiled down at me and said, “Happy Birthday sweety you're finally four darling.” I quickly noticed how my mother's attitude was different today though I didn’t let it  really bother me that much because after all today was my birthday. She allowed me to play a bit more but I had to come back before dinner. I played until I grew bored and I started to head home,in my hand was a small bouquet of flowers I picked for my mother. I was walking home a bit early in order to surprise her. I opened the door and there with my mother,father, older sister, and my older brother was a man who was feared by many people. He turned in my direction with more hatred in his, more than I thought that someone could hold. I didn’t understand why he was glaring at me I didn’t even know the man and yet he held such hate in his eyes for me. I looked towards
my mother her eyes that was filled with hesitation at times was now filled with hate. As I looked at each member of my family all of their eyes was filled with hate. I backed out of the door until I bumped into a man behind me. He wrapped a small rope around my hand and started to take me away to awaiting wagon. I didn’t know what was going on so I did what almost all kids would do I asked. The first unknown man I met looked at my parents “ You didn’t tell him did you.” My mother shook her head fearfully, “ I didn’t want that-that thing to find out what he was and kill us.” The entire time I just stood there in confusion. Questions going through my head. What did they mean find out what I was? Where are they taking me? Why does my family hold such hate for me? What did I do? Am I going to die? Theses questions caused tears to come pouring down my face. The man looked at me and laughed, “ Oh so it’s capable to hold emotions is it, Good.” With that he turned his full attention to me. He looked me over and sighed, “I bet your mind, whatever you have that is, is swimming with unanswered questions, here let me answer them with one word.” He smiled at me, “ You are a DEMON, raised by a HUMAN family for the last four years so we could have a testing subject to use to figure out how to cleanse the world of demons.”  I stood there stunt , not that it did me any good. The questions I had at first were answered but know I have even more unanswered questions. I was angry, angry at the fact that they lied to me for four years, angry at the fact that they’re going to just let me go and become some kind of toy, and the fact that they would even let me die. At each though my hatred grew and grew every that I thought loved me actually hates me. That was what allowed me to be able to connect all the dots, from the time I was able to walk the stares that followed me were from them, and even the times I thought I was being watched. They never did love me they have always hated me. “ You hate me?” I said with even more tears pouring down my face .I looked up at my ‘parents’ to only see them sneering at me in discus. The man behind me shoved me to the ground “We will show you how you're different from us.” He stabbed the back of my legs with a knife not caring how much pain I was in. As he took it out he forced me to stand up and put weight on the injured leg. I watched as it slowly closed as if nothing had happened, the only evidence of what happened was the blood that slowly rolled down my leg. The pain I felt was like nothing else I’d ever felt. As the man went to strike me again it felt as though time had stopped, one moment my hands were bound the next moment they were deep within the man's chest. All the sounds around me were nothing but static in my head. I looked down at my hand in terror, yet somewhere deep within me I felt enjoyment at the fact that I just killed someone. I heard my ‘mother’ scream and try to attempt not to let her children see the gruesome scene.  I turned my head and smiled at my ‘family’ the people who I lived with and ate with. I walked towards them with the smile still on my face. I must have made quite the scene, I was covered in blood on both legs and my sleeve of my shirt was soaked with blood also. The fact that I was smiling as I walked in there direction was probably part of the reason too. I swung my clawed hand at the women whom I had believed was my mother savoring her death. I swung at my sibling sparing them a quick and as painless of a death I could give to them. Next was my father who even when I thought I was human I hated him, I gave him the slowest death I could possibly give him. With a turn of my head I looked at the man who was now around the world of being fierce and expected to see fear in his eye but instead I saw something that frightened me instead. The amusement in his eye was something I never seen  in my life. The sight of him coming at me changed the whole role. I was know a the prey and he was the predator. He grabbed me by the arm and sneered down at me. He throw me inside the wagon and looked back upon the massacre of my family. The image was now there in my mind, and I found myself  finally realizing what I had just done. What I truly was.