By lunasy

Under the sheets. In the dark. All alone. His voice echoes through the hallways, her footsteps trail along the crimson carpet, her red wine spilling, camouflaging with the colour. She doesn't care. Her thin, porcelain figure went up and down the hallways. I saw her, from the crack of my bedroom door.

Their voices stayed deep, but when they would rise, I would pull my bedroom sheets over my head and shut my ears with my hands. The voices that sounded through each corner of the room seemed to reverberate off my skin.

Between every uproar, I would think to myself, "What have I done to deserve this?". I was different here, their voices were unpleasant compared to outside.

Outside.

I haven't been there since what I think is always. Never forever. Nothing lasts that long. They confided me in my room, in almost complete darkness. The only light was my almost broken lamp, now leaking with liquid, and small shards of porcelain staining the floor.

I heard the door creak open, but didn't dare open my eyes, or turn the sheet down. I stayed quiet, as if trying to look like I was invisible, or that they wouldn't see me. I was trying to fade away with the darkness, but they weren't fools. They wouldn't just leave me, they never did. They took pleasure in my pain, as if I was a monster.

I never did look up, I was just a pathetic coward. Their six year-old son, that couldn't amount to anything.

At school, I was called Sabin.

At home, I was called Monster.

The lights from the hallways went dim, and I heard the clicking sound of my door locking. I was locked from the outside. I hated being alone. Which was funny, since I always was alone anyways.

I could also be so used to the darkness, but I still sleep with the light on dim. I do believe in love... most of the week.

My dreams and my nightmares were always the same thing, I don't think I had any. I would sleep at night and think about this Monster, the one they tell me I am. I can't picture myself a certain way.

To me, I am Sabin.

To them, I am Monster.

I sat up in bed, and saw my fading silhouette reflect my bedroom walls. I needed to leave them tonight. I was nothing more then an object to them, one that resided through my four-cornered room.

Darkness enveloped, as the hallway lights were turned off. I saw them from the tiny creak from under my door. Their voices faded away, until nothing was left. Nothing but the quietness, playing a mute melody in my ears.

All of a sudden, something louder- more powerful than my heartbeat- reverberated thick from under my skin. My vision became clouds. My breath went in circles, like music from music boxes loving mothers would play to help their infants fall asleep.

I was in shock, it was horrid. I felt my pulse echo from my skin in unsteady patterns. I wanted to scream. I opened my mouth, but I don't know if I did say anything. I was thinking about myself to even hear anything. I felt like I was changing, something inside me started to evolve.

Now this... this was forver. The screaming, the kicking, the wondering, went on what seemed like forever.

Nine years later.

I was a sophomore in highschool. I was studying anthropology/folklore and learning about mythology and monsters. It was a so-called unhealthy obsession of mine. I strived to perfect my studies; I wanted to know this all before I graduated. I would go to my apartment and sit on my desk and study for hours with my books.

I hated to admit it, but it would take my mind off the idea of love. I never understood it, probably because I never felt it before. I didn't know how to react, and was too worried to go to the library and read a book about love. Asking wouldn't help either. I didn't trust the crowds. I was scared. Scared to have feelings for another person.

So things happened.

On the walk to my apartment I saw a girl with vibrant green eyes. At highschool, most people were smeared with brown and hazel, I had never seen green eyes before. She looked different then other people, just like me.

I pardoned her and asked her if she knew where the library was. She looked at me and was about to speak, but my hands ran through her thick, curly hair, then off the sides of her shoulders. My hard hands, with her soft skin.

She eyed me closely; she was shaking slowly. I didn't know what I was doing. I then became distraught as my emotions began to take over me. My hands started to change. Pointed out into claws, she backed away swiftly as my fingers were slowly deepening on her crème skin.

I stared at her, she stared back at me. She saw I wasn't all human. She saw I was a monster.

She didn't run.

She didn't scream.

She gave me a chance.

I ran off, leaving the crème skinned girl and her crimson scars left in rows.

I had been born a monster with no real emotion. My parents didn't want me around people, they didn't want to hurt their reputation. I was always alone.

I went back to my apartment. I had never felt anything like that. I have never experienced feelings for another. I never understood love, I have never gave or recieved any before. I tried to study, but I couldn't keep my mind off her. Her green eyes, her mahogany hair with touches of red, her soft skin...

But I was a monster. And monsters can't be with full humans. I have never met anyone like me yet. Maybe it's telling me, I can't be with anyone. But she didn't scream at my sight, she wasn't horrified...

She gave me a second chance...

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Just some backnotes: Sabin's parents is also like him, except they can control their reaction; Sabin being young, cannot, therefore his parents wants him confided in his room- so he can't hurt anyone (destroying their reputation). And he just lived being like that for the rest of his life- his parents never told him he could change, just that he was a monster. ^^ ;
The girl is Samantha- if you didn't notice *_*
I put college, but then re-read and found out Sabin met Samantha at 14-15, so changed it haha...that's what I get for not reading >:3