Chapter one:
Every family has a secret, one they must keep hidden for many years. With certain members of my family, they’re different. They’re born a certain way. Some of your features can look weird, like being born with pink hair. Dye it all you want, you still know it’s under all that paint. Other times, maybe your eyes are different, but this doesn't always happen. Now having weird features is not our secret. The part that can drive you insane is perhaps being hugged. Some of us can’t be hugged by the opposite gender. We turn to an animal if we do. Now, I am not saying we are beasts. We still can talk and have control over ourselves.
Many parents deal with their child like this. With this… curse, but others can’t deal with their son or daughter being a--a freak. That’s something I learned with the ones who transform. Their parents are either over protective or simply abandon them. It happens to half of us, being abandoned. You’re considered a lucky one if your parents want you.
My mother knew I was different instantly. The ones who transform are usually born two months premature. My mom couldn’t deal with it. The first time she held me close, and then saw me transform, it broke her. Yes, I am one of them. When I am hugged by a girl, I turn into a cat.
My mother couldn’t bare it. I was young. I didn’t understand what was happening. One day, I chose to follow her. She was going to the head of the family. He controls us, makes the rules. You can’t do anything without his permission. She told him she wanted her memory erased, any that included me. He asked if she regretted anything. She replied with: “The only thing I regret is having that thing !”
A few days later, I was explained what was to happen. They asked me if I would like my memories removed as well, but I denied it. I didn’t want to grow up living with lies. No matter how bad a memory was, I wanted to keep it. I always wanted to be normal. Can a normal person get their memories removed just because they hurt them too much? No. You can’t always take the easy way out of things.
My mom, dad, and older sister had all memories erased of me. They see me and think I am just another kid roaming around. The head master built a wall covering only the land that we own. He says we must protect ourselves. We are blocked from the outside world. We have to accept the truth.
The truth I accepted is that I am fifteen. I have been living alone since I was five. Ten years ago, my whole family chose to forget me. I am a freak who turns into a cat, and the worst part is that I am not the only one this happens to.
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