I never understood the purpose in family. I always found their purpose meaningless in life, at least, until I left. My dad had a problem, he was blonde, decently muscular, with deep, deep blue eyes. He had this way of seducing women, being the attractive man to all of those idiotic, careless ladies in the city. As most likely expected, that's how i was born.
He thought he had found the most stunning girl ever, she was pretty, was smart, he found her irresistible. He thought that she was attracted to him, that she wanted him. She had tricked him. then, after nine months, i was born. I was at my dads door, only a few months old. he took me in, got a job and a real relationship. It was fun for so many years of my life.
Then i was eight, she broke up with him, leaving us, me and dad, alone. My dad started working more, paying for more. he started getting drunk. His old habits came back. He started coming home with sad excuses. I would cry and he wouldn't comfort me. I felt lonely, without a family to care for me. That Christmas he got me a drawing kit, a binder and sketchpad.
Another few years passed before I was eleven. We got a puppy that year, along with the monsters that started to attack. My mom came to our house, a day before my dad was expected on a business trip. She explained everything, she talked about the monsters, the powers that I had, how drastically our lives would change.
My dad left, leaving me with a caretaker. I had planned on leaving, I was ready for anything that would come my way, at least that is what I thought. A monster attacked the morning I was planning on leaving. The caretaker was killed, i was scrambling around, searching for my stuff.
Prepared to leave, I walked out of the house. Puppy in my arms, I started walking. Then my dad appeared in front of the house, and stared at me. He couldn't tell it was me, I was wearing a mask and cloak. He stared at me, then realizing it was me and running at me. I started to float, using magic that I had only just started to learn. He stopped and his eyes glazed over.
"Sorry, sir," He said, looking at me. I was floating away only for a few moments, before my energy depleted. I stared to walk away, duffel bag over my shoulder, puppy in my arms. I heard him screaming and crying inside the house. I started to cry and the puppy whimpered in confusion.
That night I tried to sleep but found myself unable to. I had left my home on a journey that I was most possibly not to survive.