Tokyo Ghoul fanfic.
Prolouge:
9 years earlier…
"Dad? Why am I not like you? Why am I not like mommy? Is there something wrong with me daddy?" Mommy was a ghoul.
"My dear Yuka… There is nothing wrong with you. You are just, ummm… Help me out dear." And daddy was a human.
"What your daddy is trying to say my love, is you're unique and special in your own way." That's all she could say.
"Really mommy?" I was so stupid.
"Really, really cupcake!" We were blind. Thinking we'd be safe. There is no place for human/ghoul couples. And there's even less of a place for their unfortunate half bloods. The only spot reserved for us is the deepest parts of hell. And even then the devil turns his back on us.
"Yuka! Stay back! Get down! Yuka!!" His screams. Her stone cold face as they held the gun to her head. Either way you look at it, I'm still half monster. My sisters. "Yuka!!" My parents.
Gone. Ripped from my life. I should have gone down with them, but nooo. Apparently I was supposed to be some 'wonderful' experiment for the sick bastards that shot them. They even came to my school for show and share. I wish they never did though…
They came in through the front doors asking the principal over and over where I was. And over and over again he said he didn't know. These monsters weren't afraid of showing their inner demons. My principal was stabbed right there and then by another person. A god damned terrorist. Once they finally found me, my entire class and I hid in the furtherest corner of the class. And that's when they dragged in my mother by her hair. My sisters and father followed after in chains. The man who looked to be in charge stood in front of us and gave a hate speech about ghouls, half breeds and ghoul and human couples. There was no mercy in his eyes, no love in his heart.
My dad was screaming for me to run. Mom was crying for them to take her life and leave her children alone. First my sisters then my dad. They told my mom to burn in hell for all her sins before three gut shots. I remember her crawling over to me and telling me it's okay and that everything would be fine. They finally put my mother out of her suffering and chained me up. I don't know what those sick minded bastards did to me, but I can't cry. They cut me close enough to my left eye that with the pressure it takes to squeeze a tear out, the scar bleeds.
Everyone knew from that day on I was half ghoul. And for some reason I still had friends and people who cared. That was almost ten years ago.