Thoughts of a child

"Why?"

That was the fist thing i thought when i came to this world.

"Why would she do that?"

I kept asking myself over and over again, trying to understand what i did wrong.

I remember everything from my 5 years on my old world, every face i came across, every word i heard and every name, except my own.

No matter how how hard i tried, i couldn't remember.

I was son of a woman named Junn, my dad was nowhere to be seen, when i was born my mom was crying with joy, but my dad had an hateful expression on his face.

He was man with almost 2 meters and brown skin, long black hair that reached down to his back, brown eyes that matched his leather jacket, black jeans and shoes with some white stripes, a golden necklace around his neck with a part of a heart attached to it, he looked to be in his 40s.

While my mom was his opposite, she was an short woman with 1,50 meters, skin so white that i couldn't look for long, her long hair that looked like strands of silk and her scarlet eyes the same color as blood, she was dressed in a blue hospital pijamas highlighting her white skin, she was an albino who looked to be 20 or older, she had the same necklace as my dad.

"My son..."

She said still crying.

I was an albino like my mother, the only difference was that my hair was light yellow.

My dad got angrier with every passing second, until he got up from the chair he was sitting in and came close to the bed my mom and i were in, he took off his necklace and put it on my chest.

"Bye..."

He turned around and opened the bedroom door to leave.

"Wait Daniel!"

He ignored it and left, while my mother, who had stopped crying minutes ago, burst into tears again.

10 minutes later, she looked at me and smiled, her look tired from childbirth and from crying so much, she took my father's necklace and put it around my neck.

"my dear son... you won't abandon me too, will you?"

My grandmother ,Mary, helped my mother to take care of me for two years, she was not an albino but had as fair skin as my mother and i, a yellow flowered dress and a white sandal was the outfit i saw her wearing the most, her hair gray because of age always forming a bun.

She was already retired so she had a lot of time to spare, and my mother had her job as a secretary for a big company so she didn't have time to take care of me, and as my grandmother was always alone, the two reached an agreement.

Things worked out for two years, my mom would leave me with my grandma during the day and pick me up at night, until my grandma had a heart attack.

because of her age it was not an unusual thing, well she was already 92 years old, but she had a heart attack at the top of the stairs on the second floor, when it happened she fell down the stairs and broke one of her ribs, her bone then pierced her lung and left her dying on the floor.

I was the only one in the house, a two year old sleeping on the second floor, when my mother arrived was already night, she screamed so loud that I woke up and fell out of my grandmother's bed that make me cry, but no matter how much I cried no one came because my mother was more worried about my grandmother's condition.

But she had already died, my mother already knew that but she was still trying to do something, he tried to call an ambulance, but my grandmother's house was too far from the city and there was no signal, she tried to make her breathe again but nothing happened, she was desperate.

Time passed and my mother was still trying to save my grandmother, after 1 hour my mother gave up I had already stopped crying, she realized that and went to the room i was in, when she arrived she looked at me without any expression on her face, she caught me in the lap and left the house to call an ambulance even though it was too late for my grandmother.

At the funeral it was just me, my mother and the priest, without friends or acquaintances, my mother looked at the coffin still without any expression.

When we got to my house she just put me on the couch and put any cartoon on the TV and started looking at the ceiling.

Two more years passed without anything changing, my mother quit her job to take care of me, with my grandmother's inheritance, we could live for a few years without needing more money, every day she would put me on the sofa and put a different drawing and looked at the ceiling again, until she started making lunch and then went back to looking at the ceiling.

Well I didn't mind too much, I was busier watching my cartoons.

One day while we were in a store buying food, i saw a girl the same age as me, her hair was a curly brown with a red bow making a ponytail, her dress was white with another bow at the waist, her skin was white like her dress, but as white as my skin.

"Mom can i go see that girl?"

My mom just ignored it and didn't say anything, as usual.

As my mom didn't respond I thought everything was fine and went to check on that girl.

"Hi my names is *****, what is yours?".

The girl looks at me with a dumbfounded expression.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Hi my name is Meagan"

"Hi Meagan, Wanna be friends?"

"Sure, but what is that scar on your head?'

She points to my scar from when I fell out of my grandmother bed.

"Ah, this scar was from when I killed my grandmother, that's what my mother says."

Hearing this she freezes and starts to collapse in tears, shortly after her mother comes running to calm her down.

"What happened sweetie?"

"He iS a KiLler,He SAiD He KiLLed HiS GranDMotHer!"

She sai still crying and not calming down.

"What do you mean by that?!"

Her mother turns to me and asks.

"That what my mother says to me"

"Where is your mother?!"

"She is right there"

She go stomping towards my mother.

"HEY ARE YOU THE MOTHER OF THAT CHILD?"

"..."

"HOW COULD YOU SUCH A THING TO YOUR OWN SON?"

"..."

She kept yelling at my mother, yet she didn't say anything.

after that things only continued to get worse, my mother had to send compensation to the girl's mother for moral damages, an institution against child abuse kept calling and our money was almost gone because of the compensation, but for the reputation of a 'bad mother' reputation she had gained, I couldn't find any that would accept her.

On my 5th birthday i woke up early excited for the day, i ran into the living room to see my mom who was on the couch, looking at the ceiling as usual.

"Mom it's my birthday today!!"

"..."

"What are we going to do today?"

"..."

"We could go to the park."

"..."

"We could go to the zoo.."

"..."

"Mom..."

"..."

"MOM PLEASE SAY SOMETHING"

"SHUT UP!!!"

She gets up and slaps me in the face as fall on my butt on the floor.

"YOU RUINED MY LIFE!!!"

She picks me up and starts strangling me.

"FIRST MY BOYFRIEND!!!"

She squeezes me harder.

"THEN MY MOTHER!!!"

"AND NOW MY WHOLE LIFE, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?!?!"

She squeezes me even harder making my father's necklace wrap around my neck and strangle me even more.

"YOU'RE NOT MY SON!!, TOU ARE A DEMON!!!"

"I HATE YOU!!!"

"M....om"

I speak with what little breath I have, my mom recovers and realizes what she was doing and quickly lets go of me, but because the necklace is still wrapped around my neck I can't breathe, and the last thing I see is my mom screaming something to me with a desperate face while everything goes dark.

"....Why...."

That was the last thought that i had on my old world