Hey...how's it going?
You're probably wondering why you're here, well let's start off from the beginning.
My name is Isa..and this story is about my bat shit crazy life.
I'm what you call, strange from every other young girl my "age", ha the hell if I know my real age at all.
From what some of the stuff my mom explained to me so far is that, I'm not entirely human...yeah pretty crazy right?
She says that the way my body functions isn't normal, I don't age like anyone else, and that I have to eat Human organs in order for my body to stay alive. Trust me it was a lot to take in at the time, but over the years I've gotten accustomed to it. But as time went on..I've grown sick of this life style...surviving and hiding from people. I don't understand why we can't go outside and see the world like normal people, to spend time like a normal family...
Family...that's a word I don't even understand. Whenever I try to question mom about who my dad was, she'd always change the subject or tell me that he was unique.
I've always wondered who my father was and what was he like, maybe he was the reason I'm what I am..what even am I?
Twenty years later
...ten days till first spring
The cool breeze was blowing through tall corn field, sounds of crows screeching reached up high from the water tower. Isa was sitting on the railing looking out at the open landscape, it almost looked like one of those portraits she saw in the historic magazines. Swaying her feet back and forth Isa closed her eyes and dreamed about what it would be like to be some where beautiful, adventurous, any where than this place.
The sound of tires screeching came to ears, opening her eyes she looked down to see her mom pulling up into the factory, coming back from picking up food for dinner.
oh joy..
Eva walked down the stairs dragging three body bags behind her, this would be her fifth hunting today. These last two were by herself, Isa needed sometime to be alone anyway, she's been acting really distant lately. Reaching to the work room Eva slid the doors open and threw the bags in there, it took acouple years but she was able to improve the living space down here. There was now some closed off space for the work room so the odor doesn't go all every the place. She made two more rooms, one of them being Isa's, and a some what living space/ kitchen area. It's not extravagant, but it was better than how they were living before.
Before Eva started to open up the bags Isa came walking in, her hands stuffed into her front pockets. She's certainly grown into a beautiful young woman, the likeness of her and Isa is canning. The only differences between them are their hair, eyes and personalities.
"If you're hungry I can hurry up and cut this guy open for you, his lungs and heart smell good." Eva said.
Isa looked at the body bag with blood dripping from its hole at the bottom.
"No I'm not hungry.."she said then started walking to her room.
Sigh Eva put down the bag and walked toward Isa, grabbing her arm to make her stop.
"It's been four days Isa you need to eat." Eva said, she could feel Isa's body tense in her hand.
"I'm not hungry mom." Isa repeated then tried taking her arm away.
Eva wasn't having anymore of this and turned Isa around to look at her.
"We're not going through this again Isa ,did you forget what happened last time you didn't eat for a week." she said, Isa started to look aggravated.
"Yes I do, Fuck you for reminding me!" she sneered threw her hands off her.
Before Eva could say anything Isa stormed off to her room, a loud bang echoed throughout the place. There a hesitation of her wanting to walk over and try talking to Isa, but she knew there wouldn't be anyway of getting her to talk. Sighing she surrendered and went back to the work area to prepare the bodies and organs.
Isa threw herself on the bed , her stomach was hurting like hell but she did everything in her will power to not let it win. She could still smell the bodies all the way from the work area, it made her mouth water and her other self claw within her mind. Looking over at the wall she could see some what of her reflection through the cracked mirror she smashed her hand into two weeks ago.
I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you