The Monster They Created - Chapter Three

I sat on the couch in my home. The plush feeling of it is familiar beneath me. Tears streamed down my face as rain patted down on the roof. Dad paced in front of the couch with mom to his right, his arms crossed.
“We raised you to be better than this! We raised you to be Good!” He yelled
My brown hair hung loosely in front of my face, I kept it longer back then.
Mom stepped forward, “Why wouldn’t you tell us about your friends?”
Iris and G had been discovered together with me at the beach just two hours prior thirty minutes ago, Iris’ parents made the bold choice to move away to protect their daughter from our sins.
Dad stopped his pacing,”Don’t tell me you think they are justified to do such an act?”
My breath hitched, I was fed up to say the least. Sitting in the same bench at rituals, worshiping passed Areweds who had some reason made rules on how we should live our lives. It made me sick. But seeing G cry as she was taken from his arms caused something to snap inside of me.
I tilted my head up to them,”I do, in fact, I support them.”
Dad approached me again with his eyes lit and struck me across the face,”You sound like an Evil. Is that your intent, to be Evil?”
The slap stung my face as more tears streamed down. I never had this courage before, and now I was tempted to stop, but I felt compelled to finish what I started. G had inspired something within my soul.
“Maybe they are right.”
This invoked another slap from my father,”Do you worship the pain of others? Do you like the destruction of the world as we know it? Do you think the Evil Arewed should come to power?”
All courage was knocked out of me, so I simply shook my head no.
“Well that is what it seems like now.” Dad said just as mom stepped in,”We raised you to fight against Evil. To be a Good girl. What made you think like this?”
My whole body shook as I gave the truth,”I’ve always felt this way. But now, I don’t feel like hiding anymore.”
My parents froze in their thoughts, as if they saw a ghost from the past.
“W-what did you say?” Mom asked
My voice became quieter,”I don’t feel like hiding anymore.”
Mom covered her mouth and looked up to my dad. His face shifted from scared to angry in a matter of moments. He grabbed me and brought me to the door,”I never wanted you,”He confessed, twisting the knob,”I can’t wait till you are no longer around.”
He threw me into the rain and closed the door. Mud splattered my dress as I quickly got up to bang on the door. I begged them to let me back inside until my throat became hoarse and my fist began to bleed. I sat on the doorstep as the rain and dark overwhelmed me. I hate the dark.
Was I an Evil monster? I wanted my friends to be happy, was that such a terrible thing? No matter how much I tried to stop these feelings, my love for Azreil, my support of G and Iris, there was no way I could stop these feelings. I am a monster, I should die for these thoughts. They should have killed me at the altar.
After what seemed like an eternity the steps illuminated from the war glow in the house. Dad pushed passed me into the storm.
Mom stopped next to me, her eyes wet with tears,”Go inside and clean up. We’ll be at the pub. We can talk about this later.”
Soon she followed behind dad into the night. I watched them leave me alone. I stood up and walked into the house, dripping mud and water onto the floors I cleaned this morning as a part of my chores.. As I began to walk to the bathroom, from the corner of my eye was the kitchen knife. It’s shining blade called to me. Without thinking I took it and climbed to my loft.
I sat on my bed, not caring for the mud I was getting on it and held the knife in my hands. It still had the pineapple juice on it from dinner. I inhaled my last breath and placed the knife vertically on my wrist, opposite dictatorially from the other scars I placed upon it.
This is it, I can’t do it anymore. Living is too hard so I must accept defeat now or suffer much more.
As I pressed the knife in ,the sound of footsteps radiated from the first floor. I paused as a figure climbed my ladder. And there stood G, red eyed and drenched.
He looked at me,”What are you doing?”