There wasn't any solid vocalization of hatred towards her, but Asimi felt it all the same.
It was in every glance of passersby, in every smile thrown her way, and in every reluctant word spoken to her.
Their mouths may say something companionable and they may even call her mija but their thoughts - their thoughts screamed 'demon' and 'hell spawn with the eyes of a devil'.
It was a startling contrast, to see their friendly smiles even as she could literally feel their terror like knives in her gut.
Empathy was a gift from hell and she might as well be Satan.
Ordinarily Asimi would have been terrified considering this entire situation had the makings of a classic horror trope written all over it. Everyone knows it - she had seen it in movies countless upon countless times. It always started off with an abnormal child, continued on in a small but extremely superstitious town, and ended with a lynch mob and a witch burning.
And to be perfectly honest if she was another person living in her quaint village, she would be scared of herself too.
But she digressed, ordinarily she would be terrified to so much as step outside by herself but considering the fact that her mother was a sample of healing and respect in their village - that gave her immunity. For now at least and with the older citizens.
Now the kids - they were a whole other can of worms entirely, the little assholes that they were.
Glaring harshly at the back of the boy's head who had for the fifth time today thrown a rock at her, Asimi narrowed her silver eyes and hissed from behind her teeth.
That boy was lucky her mother had raised her to not pick on the weak, else she would have taken that rock and bashed him upside his head.
Clicking her teeth as the boy shrunk back against her gaze, she rolled her eyes and moved to stand - just as a pebble whizzed past her nose.
Gritting her teeth because that toss had come closer than the last ones, Asimi turned her head and lifted her chin.
"Throw another one at me and let's see what happens," She called, her voice covered in a thin layer of contempt. "I dare you."
And for a second, she thought that they would test her but when they dropped their ammo and took off yelling 'bruja, bruja!' she knew she had won that standoff.
Sighing a bit Asimi pushed her red hair out from her face before she turned on her heel and made her way back to her house with a satchel of herbs balanced on her hip.
Sometimes she just couldn't catch a break. And to think, her life was this stressful and she was only six years old.
She couldn't wait to see herself in ten years.
Wow it's been a while hasn't it? Well I'm in University now so I'm really busy. I'm sorry this chapter is short, I'll do better next time. Thank you for your support.