Punk Angel and Shy Demon

Chapter 1

Growing up I was always considered the weird kid, the kid who was even afraid of her own shadow, the odd one and the freak. This might have been halfway true. I mean I was the kid who was afraid of her own shadow, but I had reasons for this. For one I had no memory of my past. I just remember waking up in a hospital room with no clue to who I was. Before I continue my story, I should start with an introduction and maybe a little history lesson.

My names Kat and I'm what "normal" people call a monster. It's not like I'm mean or vicious. The only reason people say this is because I have demon wings plus the fact that one of my eyes are blue while the other one is red. Otherwise I would look completely normal. I have long brown hair and wear glasses. Oh I almost forgot, I also have a birthmark that was an eyeball with a tail. The tail wrapped around my wrist and the eye ball was on my hand. People usually mistake it for a tattoo since it isn't a usually birthmark you would normally see. I tend to not correct them since I don't need more reason to irritate them. My birthmark actually reminds me of a very famous YouTuber (when YouTube was still around) called Jacksepticeye. Jack had an icon of a green eyeball with a tail who he called Septiceye Sam or Sam for short. I wish I could have met him, but by the time I was born, which happens to be 2230, He had already passed away. Rumor is that Jacks descendants supposedly still live on, but no one knows who his descendants are. I'm pretty sure not even his descendants know. Anyway even though my birthmark and Sam are similar they aren't the same. My birthmark is red while Sam is green. since that is wrapped up I should probably get back to me being called a monster. You see there are two kinds of people. They are the humans or the ones who are "normal" and have no weird supernatural things about them and then you have monsters like me. Monsters are very discriminated against and usually are banned from certain things. It's like when the colored humans were being discriminated by the whites. Same scenario, but with some exceptions. One of these expectations happened to me. See, a monster kid is allowed to be adopted by humans if there was a chance the monster would be able to become human. This exception happens very rarely and the whole monsters turning human thing is of course a myth that humans created to make themselves feel powerful. But of course this was the only reason I was adopted by my human family. My family includes my mom, who almost always felt like the only one who truly cares about, my dad, who I know for a fact wants nothing to do with me, and my older brother, who is sadly the main bully in my life. I get bullied so much that I became very timid and cautious. Humans would consider this to be shyness, but I am also a very curious child or at least teen at this point. The year is 2247, I'm 16 and currently in high school. Anyways enough about that, let's go to my current situation right now or should I say the beginning of my story .

I'm at school and headed to my locker when a group of kids or should I say human bullies who are friends with my brother knock me down to the ground. They kick me repeatedly and only stop once they get bored with me leaving me on the ground. I hate them so much, I hate everyone I know that I decided to runaway. I knew that I would probably fail, but I had to try at least. I mean it wasn't worth staying if I was treated like shit. The last bell finally rang and I left. I usually take a bus home, but I wanted to walk in the woods near my school plus the fact that I was running away. I knew it was the only place I could go for now. I actually take off at full sprint when I got to the woods. The woods was the only place I felt like I truly belonged. The only place that people never like going to. There's a legend or something but I have no idea what it is. I went to my special place, which is a lake in the middle of the woods. No one, but me knows this place or at least I thought. I arrived at the lake to see a girl who looked to be around my age. I hid behind a nearby tree and watched her. This girl had short blond hair, wore punk clothes and had blue eyes. She seemed to be scanning her surroundings. Unfortunately for me, she seemed to have spotted me. Who's their, she said defensively. I know your their. She seemed threatening which usually made me run away but something about her was different. This difference was a feeling of a long forgotten familiarity and with this my curiosity took over even with me being in high anxiety mode. I came out to where she could see me. H-h-hi I'm u-ummmm s-s-sorry f-for.. She cut me off seeming to understand what I was saying. It's fine she said walking over to me calmly. When she got to me, she put her hand out for me to shake. I of course flinched out of reaction to my abusive life. The abuse that came from everyone I know and was the only thing I really knew besides fear. She seemed to notice my reaction because she went up to hug me and told me I was ok. This was new for me. No one has ever hugged me before. It felt nice and I had no idea what to do. The hug only lasted a few seconds before she let go. I'm Clare, you? she asked. Clare seemed very how do you put it peppy, hyper, calming, I have no idea what the right word was. Anyway I replied, K-Kat. I was very shy and there was an awkward pause before Clare said, I'm guessing you have nowhere to go since your here so why don't you come with me, Don't worry I will make sure no one hurts you. I was very surprised that she said that and wanted to ask how she knew that, but I let it go. The next thing I knew, I accepted her offer and she lead me to her home. I don't know why I accepted. Maybe it was the excitement of meeting someone who might actually care or the need to escape from everything I have ever known. This was also the day my journey would take off. A journey that would bring out my missing past and lead me to the people who would actually care about me and one that would betray me. This is the story of my adventure to find out who I was.