Not human(2.)

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pov. Michelle

Death...all my life I was afraid of it. I tried with all my might to survive. From the very beginning I was alone. My father ... I remember my father was drunk again, he rushed at me. His body hung over me. His the hand with the bottle brought in to strike. I get scared. And suddenly he falls. His body falls on top of me, the bottle is brought over my head and breaks a couple of centimeters from my head. He moans, I can hardly breathe, his fat body seems to slowly crush me. My hand grabs a piece of glass and I apply an infinite number of blows, he begins to strangle me. My eyes darken. In the last attempt, I hit him hard in the neck with a piece of glass and lose consciousness. Then everything is like in a fog. I don't remember how I got out from under his body, my neighbor called the police. Haha, that is, when she heard me being beaten, nothing bothered her, and when a bloody teenager knocked on her door, she immediately called an ambulance, I was laughing. But then I remember there was one detail, the eyes, the father's dead eyes, nothing else was reflected in them. Only deadly darkness. It was really terrifying. The frozen look of a dead man. And then .... there was a long road that brought me here... to the island. When I they said they would take me to a juvenile detention center, the last thing I imagined was an island. At first it killed my hope of escape, and then it gave me a new, more interesting one. It was an island, a limited area surrounded by water...with a limited number of people and resources. Such a micro world, and whoever captures more resources, I will become a kind of King of the Island.

But after 3 years .... they brought him here. There were five of them, unremarkable, practically the same. At first, like the others, I did not pay attention to him. An unremarkable boy dressed in rags. He looked so thin that it seemed he could be blown away even by the wind. Then for the first time I felt a look on me. It's like a predator is looking at you, a cold, evaluating look. It seems to pierce you, a disgusting feeling. Then I didn't even understand who was looking at me.

It's too late now, I saw the monster too late and didn't have time, just didn't have time to react...now I...

The night sky is so beautiful, I never noticed how beautiful it was before, but you just had to raise your head... The stars, I remember someone's fairy tale, when we die, we become stars... What a stupidity, more people have died than stars in the sky. It is getting colder and colder, I would like to get up and go back. To the old prison building that served as a dormitory for us. However, the last thing I can do is look at the night sky through the broken roof of the church.

I shouldn't have come here...I'm disappointed in myself, I didn't think I'd die like this. Maybe I consoled myself with hopes of dying at 50 in the family circle, or most likely, to be killed in some kind of shootout like in the movies. But to die lying down Holy Mary, this is the last thing I expected. It's not even mysterious, it's a stupid death. I shouldn't count on help, it's the middle of the night and the last thing I expect, even if they find me, is that they'll help me...they'd rather rob a dying person than help him.

The last memories appear in front of my eyes, the theft of my things, a thrown note demanding to come to church...

I grabbed a knife and literally ran to the abandoned church. I didn't know who they were, how many there were, their motives. The only thing I knew for sure was that they would pay with their lives, they knew who I was, what my reputation was. They deliberately questioned my authority. Then my mind was filled with malice and a thirst for revenge.

Heh ....

As soon as I ran into the church, bundles of money caught my eye, bundles of my money on fire. They were carefully placed on the offering altar.

As soon as I reached them...

The last thing I remember is a shadow hanging over me and a hoarse laugh.

When I regained consciousness, I was still trying to get out from under the statue, I even managed to... lift it a little, but as soon as I tried to crawl out, I couldn't hold the statue and it fell on me with renewed force. Then I noticed, there was already a rather large puddle of blood under me... the only thing I could do was wait for my end, looking at the night sky, and feeling the cold gaze again...

*a thin child figure came out of the church. Hisworn clothes did not seem to protect his in any way from the humiliating cold wind. The dark matted hair seemed to be wet and revealed a face that was usually covered with it. The dark, seemingly completely black eyes looked into the distance, the dry line of the lips was slightly curved in a sarcastic smile. The pale, porcelain-like skin complemented the unrealistic appearance. You could say that in front of you is a porcelain doll that did not experience any emotions, suffering or pain during its life...

The teenager turned towards the church for the last time and went to the cliff...

" -People never live up to your expectations. I thought he was just like me, what a disappointment...Hope we'd become friends, what....never mind. I have no reason to be here anymore. Even if he was a squib, he seems weak. His magic didn't even protect him when his life was in danger. Now I doubt he even had it. Looks like he was just as much trash as the rest. I'm so tired...

A ferry with new children will come in a week, wherever I go hmm, she said something about XXXXXX..."