Both a prodigy and a disappointment |Unwanteds fanfiction|

Before the purge

I was at the dinner table with my family, eating my food. My eldest brother was currently studying at the university, my youngest sibling at 11 years old, was eating his food with a monotone look on his face. My parents were as plain and normal as can be. Backs straight, shoulders squared, elbows off the table, all emotions wiped off of their faces.

Meanwhile, I was swinging my legs, making shapes with my food, and lowly humming a tune under my breath.  I was the demon child within this house of wanteds.

I was unwanted here. 

Mu family had been completely pure. Full of blank faces, good mannered, long lasting, wanteds.

At least until me.

I was smart yes, but my views were weird. Since a young age, I was playful, and over dramatic.

My parents were unable to mold me into a perfect child.

Ever since I could remember, I was unwanted. So naturally, I spent the remaining of my life just focused on being my true self. I couldn't fic the mistakes I had already made.

"So," I said. My parents looked up from their plates of food. "I guess I'm dying next week. Is there anything you guys need from me before then?" I asked.

"We want nothing you have to give us, child." My father said. "Stop messing with your food and sit up properly." He put his fork full of food in his mouth.

"But this food sucks. And I like putting my elbows on the table. It makes you guys angry." I said. I leaned forward, loudly placing my elbows next to my plate. "Do we have any water left? I'm dehydrated." I leaned my head on my hand.

"Be quiet, Charlotte. You could at least live your last week properly." My mother said.

"Okay, sorry mother. No need to shush me." I scoped some rice into my mouth. "This food is really bland. Do we have any watermelon?" I said, mouth full of food. My little brother got up from the table and walked over to the kitchen.

"You fiend of a child, just be quiet already!" My father burst out. I rolled my eyes. "I am so glad to be rid of you after all these years! You are a disgrace to this family, and a disgrace to quill!"I swear, I saw his ears turn red. "And for gods sake, stop humming!"

"Gosh. What a way to be harsh. Just trying to lighten the news of my death a bit. But you just make it so much more depressing." I took a sip of the tiny amount of water I had. 

"Charlotte, why must you seem so happy about your death? It's so close but you sound so relieved to die. What the hell is going on in that despicable brain of yours?"

"I get to escape you. Besides, if everyone else is exited about my oncoming death, why wouldn't I be? No more rules to follow and break after I'm dead, right?" I put some sheared corn in my mouth. Then suddenly, my little brother, Tyler, came over with some freshly cut watermelon. He put a few slices on my plate.

"Tyler, why did you get watermelon for your disappointment of a sister?" My father said.

"I must respect my elders. Besides, the girl only has a week to live. May as well let her live it as she pleases." Tyler said, going back to his seat at the table.

"Thank you, Tyler." I said, munching on the watermelon. "But I've been living my life the way I want. My dear parents, whatever can I do for you today?" I folder my hands in front of me.

"Absolutely nothing. We do not ask for favors from demons like you, nor do we accept them." Mother said. "You shall go to your room and think about what you have done. I want to hear absolutely no form of a fracture happening in your room tonight."

"Oh, I've already had like, a hundred of them. What's one more gonna do?" I ate more of the watermelon. The few colors that we ever get to see in quill is in the fruit. I've always wondered what makes watermelon so bright. The different shades of green on the outside, and the pyre, juicy red on the inside.

Whenever the juiced dripped onto my shirt, my plain white shirt, and created the most beautiful stain, for it had some type of color within it.

I would always pretend not to know that there was a beautiful pink stain on my shirt.

That little bit of color made me happy.

But lately, it seemed as though even the fruit has been losing it's color. The green in the apples, the green in the watermelon, the green in the broccoli, it's all been fading over the years. It's slow, but my memories don't lie to me.

The colors used to be much brighter, and much more distinguished. The red in the inside of the watermelon has faded to a lighter shade of that pink, making it more boring.

It mad me sad.

I lowered the watermelon back onto the plate.

It even tastes bland.

The sweetness of it had faded a lot since I was little.

It was so disappointing.

"Yeah, sure mom. I'll um, I'll do that." I stood up from my seat. "I can wash the dishes tonight." I picked up my plate, now only filled with leftover scraps. 

Everyone dropped off their plates, and I used a bit of the water to sud up the soap and rinse the dishes. After that, I began to sweep,humming louder than intended as I did so.

My biggest mistake was dancing.

Right as my father walked down the stairs, I had spun and chuckled to myself. "Charlotte, I am so tired of you and your little antics right now. You're sleeping outside tonight."

"What? I didn't do anything wrong!" I yelled, too loud for comfort.

"Enough! Go!" Father yelled.

"Ugh! What is wrong with you people? I hate you all!" I stomped outside, fuming. I went to the side of the house and sat down, sliding against the wall. I growled under my breath, a growl of which soon turned into a sob. "I'm gonna die soon. And I can't blame anyone but myself for this."

It then started to rain. "What the hell? Out of all the days to rain, why right now?" I slammed my fist down onto the ground. "I barely have a week left, and this is how I'm gonna live it." I kicked at the ground, and as I screamed, lightning crackled.

The temperature dropped considerably low, even for when it's raining it wasn't this cold.

I felt bitter. I really screwed up, didn't I?

There's no turning back now though.

I only have one week to live, so I'll live it however the hell I want to.