My head slams to the pavement. The blood tastes like copper in my
mouth; I feel my side being jabbed with someone else's foot. The thing is,
all of these feel so normal.
These people, they all hate me, they all want to hurt me, and that they do...often. They hate because of my blood. 'Tainted blood' they call it, half youkai, and half human, The child of taboo. I can say nothing as my body is pounded; I can simply let out small almost inaudible cries of pain. I hear the jeers of the on lookers and the attackers. They call this right. Punishment for my blood, for my being. I feel the adrenaline rising by whole self wants to lash out at them. I want to kill them...no matter how young, no matter how old. I want to wipe these people from the face of the earth.
This whole thing is her fault, my dear mother, and the lover of a youkai. She tells me to ignore them, but how can I? There everywhere, they take one look at my crimson eyes and hair and start to yell, some run away, others move. I can't take this, my youkai rage is building, day by day, pounding by pounding, I grow hungry. I want to taste their blood, their flesh. To feel the hot liquid dripping down my chin, and sliding down my throat. I can't surpress these hungers for long...I know it will one day take over me. When they do, this place will resemble a scene from Hell.
I've tried to go to school, but even the teachers hate me, I keep trying to ignore the stares and the various things being flung at me. It's just like a broken record, I go to school, get beat up, receive the same dirty and scared looks and then be forced back to the house. Why? Why can't they just ignore the eyes and crimson hair? What is so frightening about me? I just want to know.
These people, they all hate me, they all want to hurt me, and that they do...often. They hate because of my blood. 'Tainted blood' they call it, half youkai, and half human, The child of taboo. I can say nothing as my body is pounded; I can simply let out small almost inaudible cries of pain. I hear the jeers of the on lookers and the attackers. They call this right. Punishment for my blood, for my being. I feel the adrenaline rising by whole self wants to lash out at them. I want to kill them...no matter how young, no matter how old. I want to wipe these people from the face of the earth.
This whole thing is her fault, my dear mother, and the lover of a youkai. She tells me to ignore them, but how can I? There everywhere, they take one look at my crimson eyes and hair and start to yell, some run away, others move. I can't take this, my youkai rage is building, day by day, pounding by pounding, I grow hungry. I want to taste their blood, their flesh. To feel the hot liquid dripping down my chin, and sliding down my throat. I can't surpress these hungers for long...I know it will one day take over me. When they do, this place will resemble a scene from Hell.
I've tried to go to school, but even the teachers hate me, I keep trying to ignore the stares and the various things being flung at me. It's just like a broken record, I go to school, get beat up, receive the same dirty and scared looks and then be forced back to the house. Why? Why can't they just ignore the eyes and crimson hair? What is so frightening about me? I just want to know.