My life
I woke up. The stars were twinkling at me; it was like they were smiling just for me. I thought I must have died. I was lying in a pool of sticky crimson fluid, the rough bark of the tree behind me digging into my back. It hurt. What had happened? Where had all this blood come from? All at once in a flash of recollection, it all came back to me, what I'd done. How as the blood flowed out of me all the pain and hurt inside of me just flowed away.
I expected to feel tremendous pain, like someone had set me on fire. As all of the wounds I had inflicted on my body were huge great gashes. They shouldn't even have stopped bleeding. Yet all I felt was mild discomfort, and a dull ache in my head.
I stood up, there was a clatter. The kunai knife, the instrument that made my pain go way had fallen off my lap, where it had dropped when I had fallen unconscious, to the floor. Where it bounced along, before coming to rest at the base of a stone a few metres away. I half expected the blood to start flowing off me in rivers, but it didn't. It appeared that the blood had already dried; even through I had only inflicted the wounds a few hours ago.
Confused I thought I had better start the trek back to my lonely apartment. Just in case someone came to check on me. I laughed bitterly, yeah, like that would ever happen. By this time it was pitch black with just the light from the full moon casting an eerie glow over everything. The trees looked almost alive as if they were going to jump out and grab me. I walked slowly among them, dragging my feet following the path I had walked so many times before.
I reached the village in what felt like just a few minutes. Out of no where there appeared two figures in front of me. They were engrossed in each other; I thought it looked like they were trying to suck each others faces off. I stopped and stared, they were obveriously in love. I felt a sudden pain in my chest; it felt like someone's fist was inside of me squeezing my heart. A child had run out of the house behind them, they had turned around and hugged him, enclosing him in their loving arms. Noticing me they began to glare, their eyes burning into me. Before they could shout at me to get lost I ran away. Why can't I be loved? Why does everyone want me dead? What happened to my mum and dad? Surely I didn't just pop out of the earth. Did even they hate me?
Reaching my apartment I hurriedly opened the door and ran to my bathroom. Spinning both taps to make the water gush out. I felt dirty; I had to get this blood off me. I ripped my clothes off and eased my body into the nice, refreshing, warm water. Grabbing a sponge off the side, I began to gently clean the blood off what I expected to be open knife wounds. Soon the water had turned a horrible, dirty red. I let out a gasp. I was confused and shocked. Where there should be open, possibly bleeding wounds, there was nothing but smooth, unmarked skin. What the hell had happened? How did my wounds heal so quickly?
I quickly got out of the bath, dried myself and put my pyjamas on. I had to know what had happened and ….. If it would happen again. Rummaging through my soiled clothes I found the kunai knife that had started all this. I positioned it until it was hovering over my palm. With a deep breath I slashed down at my palm. There was a pool of crimson how forming in my palm. Again the pain in my palm made the pain inside of me decrease. I waited to see if the wound would heal. Within five minutes the pain had completely vanished. I stuck my hand under the flow of water from the tap. Bit by bit as my blood was washed away I saw that in a repeated performance of earlier it had healed without a mark.
What the hell am I? Is what the villagers say about me true? Does this make me a monster? I question myself, frantic for any kind of answer. But I find none, not one.
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