I sat silently on the swing set, watching the children that chased each other on the field. There wasn't much to the playground, but it always seemed to make the kids happy just to run around. It seemed so pointless, that even I wanted to join in.

I pushed my hair aside and sagged a bit on the seat. No one would play with me though. Even though I didn't know they knew I was different somehow from the way their parents reacted towards me. I heard the whispers. I knew the gossip that went around.

Every time I would ask my mother about it, she would shush me with her sad eyes. I didn't want to bother her much anyway, from her state. She was down with some kind of disease, from the time my father had left. I had never even met the guy and I might have been only twelve, but I figured he was some kind of jerk to leave a pregnant women and a child on their own.

She rarely left the bed and would often stare off into the distance. The doctor said it was a kind of depression she was in and that she'd recover soon, but she never really got out of it. Sometimes I wish she would talk about anything, or me at least show me she cared. The only closest moment I had was when the government officials had offered to have me cared for in a sheltered home. I originally had wanted to go. I had always thought the reason my mother was like this all these years was because, I reminded her too much of my dad. I was glad to know she really liked me to a certain extent at least.

My mom is dead. She collapsed around my thirteenths birthday. I had just received a banged up teddy bear that had uneven stitches that barely even held the stuffing in. Why she hadn't given it to me as a child, I'll never know. I know I'm too old to have these kinds of toys, but I swallowed back my tears and hugged her hard. I loved it. I really did.

After just a couple days, she was gone. The doctor said she had experienced a heart attack. I kept thinking it was some kind of joke, since even though my mother had always acted lifeless, I couldn't imagine her dead. The town people didn't even like me anyway. I really wanted to believe like that, but in my heart I knew she was gone. I'm really alone now.

My mother never had a funeral. They buried into a random field and marked a couple numbers onto it. I go to her grave everyday. The kids make fun of me for it, but they never get too close. I bite anyone who goes into my territory now.

I'm fifteen. It turns out my dad is some supreme demon Nightosphere leader, and he wanted me to lived with him. You think I would be happy for finding out where he finally was all these years, but it was the exact opposite. I hated him. He could have been around all these years to at least help my mom or me out, but he chose to spend his whole time loafing around in some other world. I hated his guts.

"Get away from me!" I screamed. "Just because you're my father doesn't mean I should love you!"

"Marceline!" he snapped angrily. "Listen to me. You're half demon and the other part is human. If you don't come with me right now, you'll be turn soon."

"Into what," I spat. "Anything would be better than spending time with a nobody who was away my whole life."

He didn't say anything after that. I panted heavily after the latest accusation and wiped at the hot tears that came down.

"I didn't want to do this," he said quietly. "I'm sorry."

Before I could think of what he meant, I felt a hand tugging at my leg and realized I was being sucked down a giant dark portal. I struggled with everything I had, but only sunk down further. God, get me out of this hell, was the last thing I thought. It was only later I thought this was strange, because I didn't even believe in praying.

It's been two years. My dad is finally going to let me out into the real world again. He is forcing me to go with him though, just in case I lose control or something. I don't mind. He and I are on a neutral relationship now. The only thing I was going to take was an axe he'd given me. He had called it the family heirloom, one of our biggest prides. I was definitely going to find a way to change into something, to get him back. He opened a portal up and I felt myself be pushed upwards.

The air was fresh and cool against my face. It was nighttime so my skin didn't totally burn off to sunlight or anything. It was the exact same place, where I had first entered hell. Despite myself, I grinned and broke into a run, preparing to fly off. I had been through a lot of change in the two years. Goodbye, Nightosphere. I won't miss you.

Okay that it. I'm not sure if I should continue this or not though. Gimmie some suggestions. Bye!