Tokyo Ghoul Fanfic

Ghosts and Ghouls

Everyone I know keeps telling me that my parents died in a car crash. It happened on a rainy day on the hill in town where the road was steep and the side rail was rusty. Everyone keeps telling me how terrible the accident was and how my parents didn't deserve to live such short lives. But I know that all of those stories were lies.

I know first hand that my parents weren't some heroics of the town. They left me to be on my own. They abandoned me when I so called "turned on them." They despised their own daughter just because she had become a ghoul.

They aren't my parents. I don't regard them as nothing but ghosts of my past. Yes, terrible things can happen to people. I like to call that karma. People who get bad things often deserved it. Everyone is a slave to sin. Ever since I became a ghoul when I was 14, I've been living and surviving on my own. I liked being alone. I couldn't trust people. Everyone is just looking out for themselves and giving people false advice to what would fit their fancy.

Now I'm 18 years old and a third year. I can almost be done with school and go on with a career to put myself where I want to be. I want to be a detective. I can give the people and ghouls information to help those who cannot protect themselves. I can help the defenseless ghouls against the doves. I can be the one on the inside to help ghouls like me.

I wake up every morning at 06 hours to get ready for school. Every morning I get myself out of bed to go to a useless school filled with artificial people. God knows why I even bother to go. I know a diploma would get me where I want to be, but I hate all the people around me. In public, people just act nice to other people who they hate and envy. They put a smile on their face and make nice in order to reap all of the benefits of that person.

I walk to school. The air smells like gasoline and the rain is steadily pouring onto the pavement in a moderate drizzle. Cars drive by too quickly, passing through red lights and masses of pedestrians to make it to work on time.

Suddenly, I get pulled into an alley. Oh great. I'm probably walking on some other ghouls territory. Come to think of it, I haven't eaten all week. I need to go hunting soon or else I won't be able to act normal in front of all these people.

I turn around to see who grabbed me. It turns out to be a young man who's probably in his early 20's. His white shirt is stained red and smells of blood. His kakugan is visible in his almond shaped eyes. His hair is side swept to the left and shaved on the right. A tattoo in greek is wrapped around his neck. Other tattoos line his arms and chest. His back is hunched over, meeting my height. His arms are wrapped around his abdomen, probably keeping blood from pouring out.

On instinct I help the man sit down. I rip a piece off the hem of my shirt to apply pressure to help stop the bleeding. The ghoul catches his breath. I fix my composure and try to talk to him in a calm smooth voice. He was probably in a territory fight with another ghoul, or a dove tried to kill him or torture him for information on other S-class ghouls. The man's breathing has returned to normal. His body is starting to self heal itself. I will get some answers.