• We stopped checking under our bed for mosnters when we realized they were inside of us.

    How true that could be. A lot of people refuse to accept the fact that they're monsters. I myself lived that way for years. I didnt realize it until it was to late though. I had been a mistake to my parents and was sold as soon as I was old enough to walk and talk. The people who bought me were fairly nice people. Or so I thought. I was an innocent kid at the time, I didnt know any better. When I was old enough to start school, they started running tests on me on a daily basis. Over time I couldnt feel anything. No emotions or nothing. It was all numbness. I dont know what they did with me, and I dont want to know. I was a monster.


    I wasnt a normal teenager. My eyes were a purple color, I was taller than most teenagers. I thought it was normal though, and thought all teenagers were like me. Boy was I wrong and I would soon find that out.

    For the first time since my 'parents' had started running tests on me, I was able to leave the house. We had to go into town to get a few things. I wish now that they would have left me home.

    "Daniel, do you mind going and grabbing a few things?" my mother had asked.

    Well,techinically she wasnt my mother, but i didnt know that. Nodding my head,I took the list she held in her hand and started off towards the grochery store. People stared at me as I walked. I was slightly confused at why they were staring but shrugged it off.

    After I was done in the grochery store and dropped the things off to my parents in another one of the stores, I started to walk around. As I walked into the park, I was walking over to a bench to sit down. I hadnt suspected to be stopped.

    "Hey, Freak. What are you doing?" I was questioned, being pushed.

    Glaring at the kids who were speaking to me, I shrugged.

    "I'm just about to sit down" I replied as I sat down on the bench.

    That was what pissed them off the most. I wasnt to sure what pissed me off. The fact that they were being mean to someone that was different then themselves, or I just didnt like them in the first place.

    Being shoved off the bench, I let out a small 'oof' as I landed on the ground.

    "Nice try, freak. But this is our bench" one of them sneered.

    Growling, I stood up from where I sat on the ground and picked one of them up by the neck, my long fingernails digging into their neck.

    "Call me a freak again, I dare you" I snarled, my eyes narrowing as I bared my teeth.

    When they all screamed and started calling me a freak again, I tightened my grip on the kids neck. Within a few seconds, the kid stopped screaming and remained motionless. Once my anger calmed down, I let the kid go just for him to fall for the ground. Looking down at my hand to see the blood, my eyes widened. When I looked up, everyone was staring at me. I could hear their whispers as I stood there.

    'Did that kid really just do that...?'
    'Oh my god...that kid is a killer.'

    They kept going on and on. I didnt want to hear anymore. I had to get away from here. Instead of running to find my parents, I turned and ran off into the woods that stood at the back part of the park. I heard the sirens in the background as I ran. I had no clue where I was headed, just that I needed to get away from there.

    Once I was far enough from the town, I stopped. Looking around at my surrondings, I closed my eyes. The only sound now was myself panting from the run. I had no where to go now. Punching the nearest tree, I felt something cold against my chest. I knew that I had a necklace on, I was just never allowed to look at what was on it. One of my parents stupid rules.

    Breaking the necklace off, I glanced down at the shiny metal that was in my hands. It was something on it. I just wasnt to sure. It was hard to read in the dark. Bringing it closer to my face, I glanced at the writing on it. Thirteen.

    That would be my knew name. I couldnt use my old name. Not after what just happened.