Whispers in my mind beg me to stop as blood streams from my skin, the small blade in my hand tearing each cell with acute precision. Tears streaming down my face as I sit in this empty room I cannot live with myself anymore. They are dead and will never come back; I will never hear their voices again or have their arms around me. I have no doubt in my mind that I want to die, and there is no question that I will do what I have to in order to succeed. Her red eyes swim before my vision the woman who took my innocence and ended my true life.
Flashback
"Mommy?" I whisper as I walk into the kitchen thinking that she was only awake to feed my brother again, a brother who looks nothing like me. His eyes and hair so fair that he looked like a fine rice paper that could be torn to pieces with so much as a touch, the most disturbing parts of him were his teeth, razor sharp and pointed at the ends. Sitting in a kitchen chair she was holding my brother in a blanket that seemed to be….soaked? I crept closer my breathing becoming shallow and heavy as the metallic smell hit me like a freight train and I began to panic. "MOMMY! ARE YOU OKAY?" My soprano voice ringing out into the void of our kitchen, as I continued to think that perhaps my brother had harmed her in some way. No response came from the figure in the chair, or the baby in her lap. My father never came running down the stairs to see what was wrong, as my mother's head slowly turned up towards me her eyes were crimson. "Come Avila. Everything will be okay" I began to walk towards her as cold sweat began to dampen my back and forehead. Her face was coated in a dark liquid and her hair seemed to be matted to the familiar face as she stood from her place on the kitchen chair letting my limp baby brother fall to the floor. "A human, Avila is what you are. Why do you mock me?" I heard anger in her voice that was unfamiliar and frightening. My father came barreling down the stairs to stand in front of me "Cecily dear, that isn't her fault…."…..
Back to Reality
White sheets, white walls, and white clothes are not what I like to see when I wake up. Slowly attempting to sit up I find that my hands are fastened to the safety railing on the side of my bed. Smart nurses, they used knots that I can't untie with my fingers. "HELLOO! CAN SOMEONE COME GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE? I'M RATHER UNCOMFORTABLE" I yell hoping that someone will hear me as the wounds on my wrists start to burn causing my throat to tighten because of the blood loss. Damnit… The thirst is so strong that I may lose my mind, the pain is like fire that you can't relieve with a glass of milk or water. The door quickly opened and an unwelcome shock rang through my body as an unlikely group entered my hospital room. The group consisted of two hunters, a pureblood, a half-blood, a human, and a doctor. "I thought I said someone not a ton of people…" I groaned upset that a group of people seems to be observing me as if I were unnatural. "Well unfortunately these are the people who you will be living with now, seeing that you are a minor. Miss Avila Rose, I understand that your family was killed… We have been searching for you for months. Where did you go?" The doctor continued to ask questions that I wouldn't answer while the half-blood boy glared at me steadily. "Could you please untie me? I'm rather sore you know." I asked as another bout of pain ran through my body. "Sure" The pureblood stepped toward me and I hissed at him when his hands touched mine. As soon as my first hand was free I snatch my hand away and untie the other removing myself from the bed and going straight for the window. Hastily throwing my body through the glass not bothering to open the window and landing on my feet two stories below I began running as I felt the thirst begin to take over. I can't hurt anyone; I won't not today and not ever. I will die first. Gripping my throat as a round of coughing begins and blood sprays from my mouth onto my hands. I can't move as the coughing racks my shoulders and a pair of hands grip my shoulders so hard that it hurts. All I see is silver hair and lilac eyes as the world fades into silent blackness.