Life has been one tragedy after another. From the day I was born I was destined to suffer and to be in a circle of pain that no one would save me from, no matter how hard I screamed or clawed at them. I don't know the tender touch of a mother that worries or the strong hugs a father might give his daughter after a long day's work. Family to me means nothing but deprivation, tears, and longing, which accumulates into hatred and wickedness that not even the depraved feel. I have been cursed with the feeling of absolute nothingness, even as I began opening my broken heart to the wonderful family of the covenant, the one thing that I could consider as a gift from my father, turned to ash in front of my eyes.
My accursed power, my appearance, everything that is my existence was a mistake and I should have never been given a chance at life. My appearance resembles an animal, how fitting that I won't ever be able to live a normal life, the simple things like making friends, going shopping, eating cake or ice cream. All are impossible for me, my destiny is one of solitude, joyless, and uninspiring, one could say I live in a desolate and colorless world and I would agree with that conclusion. My existence is one big contradiction, I want to live normally but I'm stuck on this long and treacherous road filled with deceit and betrayals.
The room I sleep in can't be considered my home in the least, the only home I've ever had faded into the shadow of the bright sun, covered up and buried for all of eternity. Time is irrelevant as my state of being will never progress past the age of nineteen, and will be assured of my continued state of living "indefinitely". The only solace I have is knowing that no matter how hard or terrible the times are, the misery and suffering will be elevated from the sliver of light that breaks through the darkness. The darkness that currently surrounds me.
I'm not a malicious or hateful person, when the staff talk to me or offer comfort I am truly grateful for the attempt and their concern. However, at the end of the day, all I feel is emptiness for them, how would one care for their captors? The people that hold them against their will and force them into solitude, even if they have good intentions. I can't hate them, my anomalous power results in men falling for me if they see me, and I break down anything that has complex properties, well at least not everything breaks down around me. For instance, the stone walls that hold me prisoner can't be broken, nor can this stone cot.
The part of me that I hate the most is my actual body itself, the ugly antlers that sit atop my golden blonde hair, or the hideous hooves that mar my legs, the vile tail that's on my back. The food I eat has no wondrous taste to it like the food humans eat since I must eat pure organic food else my body responds in a way that could hurt me. Even my skin is ruined, the only clothes that I may wear are ones made of pure cotton from a sheep, or my skin will develop ulcers all over it. Then again, why would I have a slice of happiness in this tragic reality that I must live in with only hope guiding me?
I awake with a jolt from a dream that I often have, one that torments in a way that reminds me of the current situation I'm in. Even my dreams are plagued with misery, I may not even escape from this harsh place for a moment. The source of my awaking is unknown to me however I wipe the sleep from my eyes and untangle myself from the stuffy cot covers, stretch the morning ache away and step forward to the mirror in my cell. The slender woman that looked back at me was as monstrous as ever, the animal-like parts of me were the plague of my body that ruined my other features and made them equally as dreadful to look at.
I suppressed the feelings of despise of my body as I walked away from the mirror and headed toward my dresser that looked truly beautiful and was one of my prized possessions, it was intricately carved with nature being the main focus of the magnificent craftsmanship. The beautiful oak wood dresser held my bland and drab white T-shirt and white skirt that is what I'm meant to wear, I then went to a corner of the room that had a clean bucket of water that I used to clean off with, sadly the pipes broke apart when I actually had a shower and resulted in some injuries of the maintenance staff. With that finished, I change into fresh clothes and brush my teeth with a basic and border-line primitive toothbrush that could be considered a stick with some cotton on it.
I don't bother brushing my hair, I already thought it looked hideous enough so I sat on my cot and continued to read "Hamlet" by Shakespeare. I loved the Shakespearean plays, they showed tragedy, but always made sure to give his take on social and political ideas, which I admired. Even as his works didn't gain the recognition that they deserved he still had a glimmer of hope it would happen one day. The Father that visited every other Sunday sat by me as I made my way to a stopping point in the play, The Father was the only male who didn't become obsessed with me when he saw me, apparently, it's because he's completely devoted to God, I initiate the conversation by saying "Good morning, Father." He then replied with a comforting smile and said "Good morning child how are you feeling today?" I contemplate this question for a while and reply with "Father, you know how I feel." His face turns somber for a while, but before he's able to answer a person opens the door and closes it with a panicked expression.
The woman in a white lab coat walks towards us after she shuts the door with a worried expression. Her white hair is disheveled and her clothes are smudged with blood and wrinkled from running, she's clearly out of breath. I walked towards her to ask what happened when I could feel a presence looking at me from behind, it wasn't The Father who was on my right going towards her, but a being who wasn't here. I froze for a moment but realized that the presence wasn't filled with malicious intent, instead, it had a warm feeling to it similar to a campfire in the cold. The warm feeling disappears a minute later, it left a void in me that made me start shaking.
The woman who I knew as Director Sophia Light was a woman who I always imagined as strong, albeit cold. Always logical and to the point, readily accepting the price to preserve humanity, I truly respect her for that. Father Davis asks "Director Light, I was just talking to SCP-166 about how sh-". "Father, we are under a containment breach that is unprecedented, we have to stay here and be very quiet." She looks at both of us and says "Do you understand?" We both look at each other and nod at her, she lets out a sigh of relief just to tense up as we hear a loud noise. The roar was deafening and filled with a primordial rage as it grew louder and louder as if it was next to the door of my cage, it soon passed and slowly grew further and further. We all had held our breath and once the noise vanished and we all breathed in before anyone spoke we heard a loud boom from far off.
What was happening, first a containment breach then far off explosions? I was confused and wordless just like the other two. Me and Father Davis look at each other in confusion before I ask "What is happening!" The Director says three words that give me the goosebumps "Hell on earth."