Was I supposed to feel something?

I'm different. Really different from others. Even I could tell that. What kind of different that I'm not sure.

Some days I was their pride others their mistake. I'm gifted they had said but the other second an utter disappointment. I belong to the depths of hell I used to hear every time I couldn't meet their words. It's weird really. I'm your own flesh and blood. I am what you made me.

I don't think I can ever forget that day. It's like an endless melody, engraved in the back of my head. Playing again and again. Repeating itself as if I would shut down without it. It's a tragedy really. Like a nightmare came true. It haunts me. I'm scared... . Nightmare?

What?

Scared?

Am I even able to feel scared?

...

I lost everything that day.

It's not right.

What did I lose? I never had anything to begin with. It was just me and my thoughts. They're still there, so what did I lose?

I hear crying. Someone's crying. They are shouting something. Ah they are talking to me. Its Rose. My sister. Why is she screaming at me. What's she saying I can't make out the words. My heads too loud.

"..rom me"

"...nster"

"Atleast we had a family. They were not the best but we were a family. You just had to take that from us didn't you. Like everything else."

Ah yes, I'm standing next to a body. Supposedly of our mother? I was going to Rose. She said to stay away from her. She never really liked me. We never really interacted. But the wooden pillar fell on her. Her legs are still trapped under it, broken it seems. I was just gonna help.

The smoke is getting heavier. Smoke?

Oh our house is on fire somehow. And... there are dead bodies around me. 1, 2, 3... three in total. The one in the back... father looks bad. did I smash his head? Only the watch gives away its him. Third one? Wait that one still alive. He's saying something. The screaming died. I think sis passed out.

"...ey .... don't worry ...bout ...er"

" just go ok... don't look back"

There a noise in the back. Rose? No. It's someone he has Rose. He's reaching for me too. Should I bite? No I shouldn't. He's handing me something. A cloth? Why. There's something in this blanket or rather someone. Green emeralds are staring back at me. Huh? I'm moving? He holding my arm and pulling me out.