A Stolen Life

Prologue- A Dark Life

This world has many kinds of people, some very different from others, some very similar. There are some people who like helping others and people who like hurting others. There are people who like the light and others who like the dark. People who like things that others don't care for. Believe in things that others don't, I am that kind of person. Ever since I was a kid, I've believed in a world different from ours. A world of darkness, death and sorrow. I've seen and heard things from this other world for as long as I can remember. I heard screams, cries, breathing, scratches, but there was never anyone with me. I always wear black and red clothes; my skin has been grey since I was born. My hair is pitch black, my eyes glowing red at all times. When I was born my father called me a demon's child and left my mom. Since then, my mom has been drinking and beating me every time she sees me. I hate being at home, but I hate being at school even more. The other kids laugh at me and call me a demon, a freak. I always imagine myself strangling them, but I would never do it. If I do, then I would just be proving to them that they are right. I know what getting beat is like, so I don't want to make others go through it. Everyday no matter the hour I'm always a target of violence and hatred. I'm always beat and yelled at, I wish it all would just end. I always imagine them getting hit by a car or getting poisoned or killed by a murderer. I'd rather not have those kinds of thoughts, but it's hard. I'm clearly not wanted here, they'd probably rejoice once I leave. I walk into the school wearing my usual black cloak with a red flower design around the rim. Under my cloak is a black tunic with red lining and bleeding hearts. My pants are plain pitch black and my shoes are black boots with red buckles. I cover my gray hands with black gloves and always wear the hood of my cloak over my head. I cover as much of my head as I can but the light of my eyes always shines through. I walk to my locker and open it. Some kids walk up with their hands in their pockets like delinquents.

A kid exclaims, "Hey demon! Why are you still coming here? You're not wanted, get lost!"

One pulls off my hood, punches me in the face, and pushes me into the lockers. I feel something in my mouth and spit out a bloody tooth. I grind my teeth, "I'm not a demon! My name is Falem!"

He scoffs, "Your eyes glow red, just like a demon and you say you aren't one? Then just what are you exactly?"

I wipe blood from my chin, "I'm just another person like you. I just look different."

The kid punches me again, "You're not one of us! Don't compare us to you! You are a monster!"

My fingers twitch as I try to hold back my anger, "I'm not a monster! You are!"

I grind my teeth and smile evilly, my eyes glow brighter than before. I feel this strange feeling inside my body, all of my muscles start contracting. My heart races, my mind knows what I'm about to do. My hands slowly tighten to make fists and my arms slightly bend. I fight against the urge to beat him, but it's too strong. I have the urge to strangle him, but it doesn't feel like my desire. It's like there is something else, living inside me, it wants to hurt, to kill. I don' t, no I can' t I mustn't. I fight against it as much as I can but it takes over my body. Everything near the corner of my eyes becomes black like I'm watching a movie in the dark. I can't move at all, like I'm tied to a wall in a jail cell within my own body. I can still feel my body, but not as clearly as I did before, it's super numb. I feel my body jump on the kid and start choking him, squeezing his neck as hard as I can. His cries of agony echo in my mind slowly growing louder and louder. My mind fills with thoughts of a hellish nightmare. Thoughts of taking other's lives, watching them breathe their last breath, and laughing as they die in front of me. My head hurts with a dull, but excruciating pain as the thoughts slowly stop. My heart races and my body is covered with a cold sweat that makes me shiver. The kid starts struggling for air, but I just start punching him. Each punch is harder than the last. The others scream for me to get off but I don't listen. I only listen to the sweet cries of the one I'm beating. My sight suddenly goes to normal as my fist is swinging in for another punch. My body is back in my control but my hand is still flying toward this kid, I stop it right in front of his face. It's only centimeters away from colliding with his nose which is already bleeding. His whole face is covered in black and blue spots and his neck has blue hand prints stretched around it. It takes me a little while for me to realize what happened. Tears flood my eyes as I stare at him, I step back and run away. The teardrops glisten in the air behind me as they fall. I run up to a door to the outside but stop to comprehend what I should do. I take a deep breath and reach my left hand out to open the door but hesitate. An extremely sour feeling of dread fills my mind and body. I freeze thinking about what might happen if I just leave. I can't stay after what I did, I might get arrested. If I leave I'll have no home and no food or water. I might die, My hand starts to fall back to my side when I suddenly hear footsteps from behind. Thay are fast and loud, as if someone is running up, no it's more than one person. It's the friends of the kid I beat, they want revenge. I lift my hand back up and quickly open the door, running out of the school and into a forest without looking back. I just run and run until I'm deep, deep in the forest. I get to a small break in the trees that surrounds a tree bigger than the rest. Exhausted, I sit under it and lean against its wide trunk. The leaves are rustling loudly around me. A warm breeze envelopes my body. I try to slow down my heavy breathing by taking deep breaths instead. Soon enough I'm breathing normally again. I think about what I just did and start crying.