my entire family was killed द्वारा a burglar when i was 4...except my grandmother. she raised me after that....until I was 12, when she died....just like everyone else that means anything 2 me. but my life starts a साल b4 then...
I walk around the town. it's a small town and everyone knows each other...almost. I've lived here my whole life and they still....don't know my name. well....they will soon...
I take the long way home...everyday. try explaining 2 everyone that your family was killed when they ask y your grandmother is there. doesn't seem like a problem...until they find out everyone blamed it on a demon. yeah....they lived in new york. people there r psychotic...they कहा that they got a call saying that the male (my dad) कहा he killed the whole family and then himself. i don't know if it's true cuz i was 4 and didn't know them well. grandma कहा dad was a drunk so it's very possible...
and so the...well, everyone....tormented me because of it. द्वारा that, I mean, I mean the the entire town thought I was a loon other than grandma. Teachers hated me because despite what everyone thought, I was smart. Great at.... School is the one place where it doesn't pay to be smart.
Anyway, I run into the forest. That's it I can't take it anymore. I pull out a चाकू and carve a skull perfectly. “Maybe she needed to be wanted!!” I carve under it, Then raise the चाकू to my neck. Suddenly there's a pinch in my leg. I drop the चाकू as I feel myself faint against the tree....
I wake in a white room strapped to a तालिका, टेबल and screen from horror फिल्में play a पार करना, क्रॉस my eyes. I look around in a panic. “What's happening...?” OK, that sounded pitiful....
“Genetics....isn't this what आप wanted?” उत्तरों a man as he walks in.
“when I कहा I wanted to be wanted this isn't what I had in mind!” I yelp.
“Will आप be quiet आप sound like a scared mouse.” He snarls. Darn it....does that mean that my voice was high and squeaky like I thought it might be? I shut my mouth...for a little while. Then they start sticking things on (and in) me.
"Wh-what r u gonno do 2 me...?" i manage a feeble squeak. he laughs as i feel myself fall into an unnatural sleep.
i wake and look over as i c something move. was that...a tail? no, i've gottab dreaming...i'm back infront of the tree, but the चाकू is gone. i walk back घर and grandma's going nuts. i find out i was gone for 2 days. well, hey, how would i know? i was asleep. heck, as far as i know, i'm still am. she keeps telling me 2 take the ears, tail, and wings off...i keep telling her that i have no idea what she's talking about....until i walk past a mirror...holly crap....i have cat ears and a tail and....crystal wings! O.O
took a week 2 figure out that...well, they ain't comin' off....i mostly figured that out cuz it hurt like heck 2 pull them....and try 2 get them off....sigh...
guess it could b worse....could b covered in scales. yeah, like that was possable! so i cover my wings and tail and ears and set about my day...when i realize that someone is walking beside me. i look over and she smile. "hi, i'm new here!" she says cheerfully. "i heard u believe in the NYC demon 2!"
"wouldn't b sayin' that 2 loud..." i reply. "people'll think u'r nuts....they do me..."
"but y...?" she asks. "he protected me from my mom...she was mad and..."
"he killed my family." i snarl "at least....4 sure my father..." and i storm off b4 i cry my दिल out.
and that's all the important stuff. the अगला साल grandma died in her sleep, and right around then i bumped into the flock (Litterally...) when i was trying 2 figure out how 2 use the wings stuck 2 my back 4 almost a year. it...was a bit weird seeing a snake kid....2, actually...i didn't know there were any others like me...
