Alistair's Full backstory

Chapter 6

Screaming. Torture. Evil.

~Alistair’s POV~

I was scared. I didn't know what I was to do, I could only scream. I could only lay there on the wooden table and scream. I wanted to run away, to get free from all this...torture welling up inside me. But I couldn't.

Raising the same again, my mom pressed the moving blades against my arm. I screamed when the blade came in contact with my arm. Louder and louder. The spinning blades pierced through my shoulder and with some effort cut my arm clean off.

I had had this happen before, but not as graphic as this...my dad would rip them off. But my mom...she thought it'd be funny to watch my reactions to her slowly doing this over and over and over again.

Hack. Attach. Hack. Attach.

Such a painful process.

I feel bad for Emilie. She had to listen to my screams. I can almost picture her.

Crying, covering her ears dreading every minute of her exsistence. She told me that once. She said a world without her big brother would be pointless. I found that really sweet...I'm lucky I have a sister like her.

I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be a normal human being. Yeah, you heard right. Human being. Sometimes, depending on your age...you're not classified as a true vampire until you've killed and taken blood from a human being.

That's why my mom and dad do all these things to me...because I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want anybody to get hurt because of me...

Slowly, slowly, I went through the same painful process continuously for hours...and mom didn't care.

She kept hacking off my limbs and reattaching them. I was beginning to choke and cough from all my crying and screaming, this caused by asthma to play up.

My breathing slowly became raspy and it hurt to take a breath, it hurt to even think about breathing. I tried to stop myself, really I did but I couldn't...I coughed again, and again, and again. I was so desperately trying to catch my breath and even steady my breathing but it was impossible. Utterly impossible.

Seung my failed attempts at catching my breaths my mom continued aiming to make me most likely pass out again just like before.

But I wouldn't let that happen, I was strong. I managed to choke back my tears, gulp and slowly steady my breathing much to mom's dismay.

I smirked at my achievement before my hands formed fists. “I'm not going out that easily mom!” I said with a slight laughter to my voice. I didn't care, I was having fun now. I wonder if I'll become numb to the feeling of pain soon.

Gah...this is frustrating. I'm stuck here, waiting for my mom to make the next move. But she didn't. She just stared and my bloody sleeves and then at my face that was stained grey with my tears. My blue eye shined brightly with hope and a cheerfulness which k could tell disgusted my mom. I didn't care one bit, I was happy.

But I will admit...I wanna leave. Maybe some day I'll build up the courage and walk outta here...maybe someday!