Revengeful Monster

There was blood all over the floor. People were dying. Uncle's son was fazed with shock, his mouth agape as if he had seen a monster. His eyes were fixated on me. My hands were red with blood. My white gown had blood stains on it. So much blood that it was dripping from the edges. A knife was next to my left foot. It had blood.

The doors were open and a siren yelled trouble. The room was entirely red and green. Red from blood and the siren lights. Green from the lights that usually glowed yellow. Some of the dead people had their stomach open. Pierced. Their intestines and nerves were drying on the floor. A satisfying view. For me it was like heaven. After being held captive and treated like a lab rat. This was my greatest revenge. However, Someone took it away from me.

'She's a monster.' 'She couldn't be tamed.' 'She had anger issues since she was young. But this wasn't what I'd have expected.'

I kept hearing these words over and over again. This was a dark secret. Hidden from me. Yet, now I remember. Among those words one of them owed the last sentence. 'She had anger issues...' It was her: Mother; my cousin; Uncle's daughter. She bore those hateful words. What was she expecting from me?

. . .

It was just a dream. Something that I have done. A reason they hid my memories. Locked away in a dark, dark corner of my mind. A reason they kept me frozen.

How? When did they froze me? It's another memory. A memory that appears like a strom and suddenly fades away because it hit a stop...