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My life has always been miserable. I was born with ruby Red Eyes. The surgeons were horrified and thought I had contracted a new disease, but when they examined me, I was completely fine.

My mother was terrified of me. She could only ever hold me when she placed something on my face to cover my eyes. She was convinced that I was a devil of some sort, so that's what she named me. Devil. 'D' for short.

She would blame me for every wrong that happened I her life. She would always tell be how good her life was before I came along. She'd take her frustration out on me. Slap me, kick me, make me stand on one foot till the sun went down.

I loved her, despite all the things she did to me. I would always try to make her life good. I once picked her flowers. She almost killed me that day. Apparently those flowers were poisonous, I didn't know that because they didn't affect me. She thought I was trying to kill her.

I was more self-aware at the age of 3. More than most toddlers. She never let me go outside. Not a lot of people even knew I existed. I wanted her to love me so much, but when I turned 4 I realized that would never happen.

On the morning of my fourth birthday, I was awoken by a sweet smell. It filled the house. In every room, in everything. I walked to the kitchen and saw her. She turned to me and in her hands, I saw something I had never seen before. It was round and covered in cream with all the colors of the rainbow on it and smelled so good! She cut a piece for me and asked me to eat. I took one bite and couldn't stop. Delicious, it was sugary and creamy and I felt so good eating it. She told me I was called cake. I loved it.

She stared at me as I ate. It seemed as though she was waiting for something. A sinister smile glued on her face. She we as so kind to me that day. She even let me remove the sunglasses that I wore to hide my eyes. I could see fear and disgust in her eyes as she stared into mine, but she didn't react.

That night I went to sleep thinking I had finally won the love of my mother. I didn't. I was all a lie.

I woke up the next morning and I ran straight to my mom's room. Upon seeing me she screamed in terror. I thought it was exciting.

" No, No, You're dead!" She screamed, keeping her distance. I honestly didn't know what was happening.

She took a deep breath then jumped on me. Her hands fastened around my neck. I couldn't breath, it hurt. In an attempt to stop her, I grabbed the scissors on a desk close by.

The blades sliced her cheek and she fell away from me. She didn't move. I crawled towards her, still short of breath. I didn't want her dead. I cried her name but she wasn't getting up. Then without warning she bounced up and ran out of the room. I chased after her into the kitchen, she wasn't there. It was as though she had disappeared.

I walked around the kitchen looking for her. I don't find her so I checked the rest of the house ending up back in her room. As I walked into the room the door was suddenly slammed shut behind me. Before I could move I felt something hard hit my head. Everything went dark afterwards. I don't know for how long.

When I came too, I found that I was trapped in something. It was dark and difficult to breath in. My fingers ripped the through it. It was in a trash bag. Everything was dark even after I got out. The air around me stunk, like trash. No, I stunk like trash. That must be why she threw me in a dumpster. I am trash to her.

I called out her name but there was no response. Silence. I heard it a lot, but this night it was the loudest silence I had ever heard.

I managed to get out of the dumpster falling to the cold dirty floor in the process. I scanned the area looking for my mom or my house, but no luck.

I had never been outside my house before. It was so scary, bright lights everywhere. I didn't move. no, I couldn't move.

I took a deep a breath, analyzing my situation. In that brief moment I realized how stupid I was, "She never loved me". My heart broke. The longing for my mothers love was replaced with shear hatred. I decided to live my life with her. I would erase her from my memory.

As I got ready to start my adventure alone, figures emerged from the shadow. They circled around me. I has never seen anything lie them before. They looked like me but, strong and muscular. What were they?

One pushed me to the ground and the other two pined me down. They laughed as I struggled. "What are they trying to do" I thought.

Their hands wondered into my stinky clothes. The feeling was odd and discomforting. It made me scream and struggle even harder.

My eyes caught a forth figure, and more dread pulled in my stomach. He stood behind them. When the other three caught sight of him, they had a familiar look on their faces. One I knew all to well. It was the same look my 'mother' had when ever she saw my eyes. FEAR and TERROR. The figure spoke to me," Close your eyes and count one too twenty".

I close my eye but I didn't count. Actually, I could not count. I only knew 'Close your eyes' because my 'mother' would tell me too, when she couldn't find my shades.

I kept my eyes closed. I heard flesh against flesh and screams of pain. I didn't want to see any of it. A voice told my eyes. The three creatures were lying on the ground, wallowing in pain. The forth figure stretched his hand to me, and I flinched away. His hand stayed still and I albeit hesitant, gave him my hand and he took me away.

I felt that he helped me only because he couldn't see my repulsive red eye in the darkness of the alley. Once he does he would kick me away. That's what I thought at least..