Home but not Alone

Rhian

Rhian hadn't been to her mischievous souvenir collection lately.

she had mysteriously disappeared from the public eye. no one knew where the good thief had disappeared to and maybe her victims missed her. the world was questioning whether the good thief was okay, but the good thief was also questioning herself of the same. she was curious about what was going on with her and her body.

She was experiencing things she had never experienced before. Her hair was growing at a very fast rate. She had shaven her hair and remained bald the previous day, but when she woke up, she had all the hair on her head and they were longer.

That scared the shit out of her.

she was scared of what she was becoming. she was scared of everything around her. her van had stopped feeling like home. she felt like it was just a confining space, one that stopped her from fully developing. she was going through changes that made her feel like she was either completely going nuts or someone finally hired satan to curse her.

These were things she had never experienced before.

She had grown taller, her eyes had become rounder, and if she had been beautiful before the war stuff began in her life, then right now, she was a goddess. Every part of her boy was rightly placed. She was slowly becoming curvy and having bigger tits. She was taller, and it looked like she would never stop growing.

She had hit six feet already, and when was praying to the God she never cared to ask a favor from. She was praying that her height would not be longer than she already was. She was tall and beautiful she was the epitome of beauty, and if she wanted to use her beauty to get the souvenirs, then no doubt she would have gotten it.

She tried shaving her hair again, but this time nothing was happening. No hair was falling off, and she was creeped out. She was downright scared of whatever was happening to her.

Her senses were heightened. She could hear people talk even when she was not eves dropping, and it seemed like she was having some night vision. She could walk in the dark without having to worry about carrying a torch, and she would be able to see.

She was even faster.

The mall that usually took her forty minutes to reach was awfully closer. Instead of the forty minutes, she was able to go to the mall in less than three minutes. She had wanted to be a better person than she was before, but this is not what she had envisioned.

Given the choice to take back her wishes, she would do that without a second thought.

She would not have had to worry about being extremely different. It looked like she was also stronger if the number of times she had broken the door of the minivan was anything to go by. She was a goddess but she was a destructive goddess, but even then, she felt like she was cursed.

To top everything up, she noticed the tattoo that had been on her upper right arm. It was something that looked like Hera. She had seen the tattoo before, but each time she looked at it, it would be different., and to think that all this was happening when she was just a week before eighteen.

Was this the punishment she got for being a good thief?

she was in pain. there were times when she would hallucinate and imagine voices in her head. sometimes she felt like she was missing a crucial piece of her, but she already knew that. no one would ever be complete without their family. she was missing a piece of her and the world never failed to remind her of it.

she was orphaned at a young age and had to survive. she had to learn a to of things, both from the orphanage and from her experience living in a van and showering in public bathrooms. there were times when she stole food from people who carried food containers while other times she would hijack pizza deliveries. on her most desperate occasions, she would steal from her victims and thank herself with cash that she forced the victims to give hher.

her reasoning was that in the event she would see her dead parents again, they would be proud of her for bing the good thief. a girl could hope.

Clearly, she would never be able to even cross the road without getting noticed. She would never be able to steal in peace ad more than anything, the thoughts of stealing, suddenly disgusted her. The woman who thrived off of stealing from people was suddenly disgusted by the idea of the life she had been living.

She was transforming into a stranger, and that was not okay either. She was never going to be okay with whatever she was transforming into. She had always loved vegetables and hated meat because she had witnessed her parents get turned into meat right in front of her.

She had always hated anything that spilled off the blood.

She hated everything that reminded her of the night of her worst trauma. But with everything that was happening, she craved meat more than anything else.

At times she would wake up with blood on her lips. She would feel like there was something or someone else with her in her van. She hated everything that was happening to her. If this was a curse then she was already cursing the person who cursed her.

Sometimes she would see a woman dressed in white talking to her, smiling at her, and sometimes even walking beside her.

She was freaking out, and it finds the help that she had no one. She contemplated going back to the orphanage but they would probably laugh, and mock her for thinking she would have managed without them. Besides, she didn't want to feel like she was anyone's burden.

She was almost eighteen, and she was not going to go back begging at the place she had run away from eight years ago. She was also not just going to sit, and wait for anything else to happen to her. She was going to fight back.