Everything was Pitch Black as I heard the voices. they were teasing me, mocking me, telling me that there was no way I was ever going to survive, but then a faint voice echoed in my head.
It was my baby brother crying as the gunshot was heard and the flashback starts. red. blood. faces......nameless faces but somehow.... I recognize them. brother. sister. mother. father.
Their faces flash through my mind as I hear laughing. spike my dog. star my horse. the wolf. THE SHADOWS.
I scream trying to get them to stop but its too late...there they are...my memories of the life I left behind.
As the memories flashed through my head I began to wonder, "Would they ever miss me?" Then kI shook my head, no, why would they miss me? After all they never really loved me. they didn't care if I was okay, they never treated me like their daughter.
Sometimes they would starve me. Lock me away in my room because I would never make them proud like my siblings.
You see I was born with a demon tail, and small demon horns. When I was a baby I had light orange/ red eyes that changed colors. My parents were scared.
I was never treated like their child.
