Hiding From Yourself: Credence's Story

by roseviolinfangirl15

Have you ever hid from your emotions? Credence's childhood was difficult, he was bullied and terrified of his powers. When he was adopted by Mary Lou, it seemed like his troubles were over. They were just beginning. What was Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them like, from Credence's perspective?

1. The Beginning

Hiding From Yourself {Credence's Story}

Author's Note: This is my first story uploaded here...hope you like it.

The Beginning:

My name is Credence...I am fifteen years old. I remember that day like it was yesterday, a day of loss for me...apparently other people remember it differently. It was almost twelve years ago. Yet, when you are three years old sometimes things stay with you for eternity. That was the day that my mother passed away. My father had already left us before I was born. People say I shouldn't remember my mother but I do. She was a kind, good-natured woman. After her death though others say she was evil. Sometimes they would be bold enough to say that she was a Witch! I never believed any of it of course. After my mother's death me, I was taken to a small orphanage outside of town. My mother's only relative, her sister, would not take me in. So, to the orphanage I was brought, where I would stay for two years.

They shaved the bottom part of my head giving my black hair a strange look. My piercing blue eyes were not appreciated within the leaders of the establishment. They said I was as wicked as my mother. One day, I realized they were right. At five I liked to be by myself not needing as much as the other kids. One day when I was sitting by the window of one of the rooms, Matt (an older boy) came up to me... "Whatcha looking at... Freak." (He whispered under his breath.) I kept staring outside ignoring him. "Hmm...freak are you too weird to answer a simple question?" He said this a little louder. I finally looked at him he was with his two friends Patrick and Christopher. I then realized what they wanted to do...I was half their size so they wanted to beat me up. "Matt...please I didn't even do anything!" I told him, I knew it was most likely not going to work, he and his buds had already beat me up twice before. It wasn't really fair when the odds were one five year old against three seven year olds. Several minutes later I was lying on the ground with a swelling black eye from Patrick and a twisted arm from Christopher. Matt was lecturing about how much of a freak my mother was and how are genes are. I was so hurt, I began to cry. Suddenly I turned extremely angry I didn't know why. Black mist started to surround my body and it felt powerful. I started to put all my energy into getting back at Matt who stared wide-eyed at me. Patrick and Christopher ran off when my whole body had started to disintegrate. My whole body turned into the mist. My eyes turned to large white pits. I then shot black mist at Matt. He fell over as scars started to curve up his neck and cover his body. Shivering I fell to the ground, I felt horrible after the anger had left me. I had beat up a defenseless person I was as bad as Matt. If not maybe worse! I leaned over to Matt and touched his neck...he had a pulse. Thank goodness I thought I had killed him. I then ran into the closet in my room. I shrunk down to the floor sobbing. What was wrong with me?