Saturday, June 19, 2010

It was the day of Ivy's fifteenth birthday.

10:48 am.

She should be excited right? Wrong.

Her Mother went out last night and still hasn't come home. Ivy didn't mind because it was her Mothers birthday on the 17th but the fact that she still wasn't home pissed her off.

11:30 am.

Ivy had a flashback of her last birthday on which she turned fourteen.

Ivy was sitting on the couch practically vibrating with excitement. She was waiting for her Dad to get home. She couldn't open her presents without him. Not that there was many. Ivy had always lived in poverty and in the back of her mind she knew she was probably going to have to sell them but she wanted to enjoy her girts while she still had them.

Just then, the door banged open, revealing her Father.

"Hey, Honey." Her Mother greeted.

He didn't pay her any mind and instead looked over to Ivy. "I thought I fuckin' told you to put a Goddamn song on my MP3." He screamed as he set down his cooler and his tool bag. He was a drywaller.

Ivy was stunned. These things didn't happen on your birthday did they? "I-I-I forgot." She stammered quietly.

"No, you didn't forget! You did it on purpose. You're a disrespectful bitch." He spat before turning away and seemingly dismissing her.

Ivy turned around and padded softly to her room where she would stay the rest of the day, presents, balloons, and past excitement forgotten.

12:00 pm.

Her Mom finally got home.

Relieved from babysitting duty, Ivy was about to go try to sleep through the day in her basement when her Mom's voice stopped her.

She had come to hate her parents voice over the years. After her parents constantly complained about each other to her it got beyond tiresome. Her parents would come to her with their problems and she'd push away her emotions and give them a cold, logical solution. Something no ordinary fourteen year old, now fifteen year old, should be able to do. They should have known something was wrong with her but they were to busy fighting to listen to her silent screams for help... But that was a story for another time.

"Ughh! My head hurts! My stomach hurts! I feel like I'm going to puke!" Her Mother complained.

Well what did you expect going out, getting drunk, staying in a hotel with some guy, and going to get breakfast all on your daughters birthday? She thought to herself.

What she didn't realize was that she accidentally muttered it out loud.

"Are you serious?" Her Mother asked in a nasally voice. "What the fuck do you do around the house? Huh?" Um, I don't know. Watch your kid, feed your kid, bathe your kid. Any of that ring a bell? "Nothing. That's what!" She went on when I didn't answer. "I deserve to go out and get drunk once in a while."

Ivy may not have meant to say it out loud but she sure as hell couldn't take it back now. "Once in a while?" She repeated in a cold, patronizing tone. "You go out all the time! I wouldn't even mind if you weren't spending all our money on weed, alcohol, and cigarettes!"

"You better shut your fucking mouth, Ivy." Her Mother growled.

"No, you better!" Ivy yelled, getting worked up now. "You're just pissed that I'm making valid points!"

"Valid points? Name one of your valid points." Her Mother spat.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you have no job yet you have kids to support. Is that valid enough for you?"

"So what?" Her Mother shrugged it off.

Ivy froze when something snapped inside of her.

So what?

The thought resonated through her mind

So what?

Her Mother spent all of the food money on drugs

So what?

My sisters and I are a 'so what?' to her? Ivy thought.

"So what?" Ivy repeated coldly.

Her mother didn't respond. Ivy's pupils were dilating, taking over her entire eyeball and the shadows around her became a solid black and started rotating around her waiting for her command.

"You're a mutant! Get out of my house you freak!" Her Mother screamed.

The scream seemed to knock some sense in to her. She wasn't surprised her Mother kicked her out. She's been waiting for a chance to kick her out of the house since Ivy was nine.

Ivy ran upstairs and threw some clothes and her birthday money into a backpack and got dressed. By the time she got outside, the whole neighborhood was standing with her mother throwing curse words at her. People she thought were friends stood now with her enemies.

"Freak!"

"Monster!"

"Demon!"

The humans no formed a tight circle around her. She was crouched, whipping around this way and that, trying to face everyone at once.

"Your kind should be wiped from this earth!"

"Animal!"

"Die!"

Ivy couldn't take it anymore. She's been verbally and emotionally abused her whole life. No more.

Her eyes went black.

Her canines sharpened.

Her nails grew in to claws.

Just as she was about to attack, she saw through a gap in the humans circle, a man with wild hair and knives coming out of his knuckles running full speed along side a leaner man with weird red tinted glasses. The were both wearing full leather body suits.

Who am I to judge? Ivy thought to herself.

Instead of attacking, Ivy jumped into the nearest shadow not really realizing why but following her instincts.

As she jumped from shadow to shadow escaping the humans, Ivy changed her name.

The cruelty and bigotry of humanity steered her away from the path of acceptance and forgiveness and turned her from Ivy...

To Shadow.

Whew. First chapter: Complete.

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