An entity tied to me - part 2

A few seconds later, what I feared the most happened. Choking sounds could be heard and I knew that they were not coming from my throat. Michael was giving his all to protect me from being hurt. That meant trouble for me, though.

In a matter of seconds, the boy's grip loosened and quickly moved to his neck, giving me the chance to go away from him. But before leaving completely, I had to stop Michael from literally killing the boy.

"Michael, please, stop it! We're already in trouble!" I screamed.

My pleads seemed to work and soon enough the boy in front of me was gasping greedily for air. He specifically did not dare to look at me, but the others were staring at me with their eyes full of hatred. If eyes could kill, I would be dead at that time.

"I-I am so sorry... Michael never meant to-" I started saying only to be cut off by one of the boys.

"Go away, you witch! Enough trouble has been caused because of you!" He shouted and threw a snowball on my face.

Embarrassed as hell, I swiped the snow off my face and stared back at the boy with teary eyes. I couldn't believe that because of them Michael and I were in trouble. My parents had witnessed what had occurred, I was pretty sure about it. My mother would be so disappointed with me... I mean I got myself in trouble, something that she tried to prevent me from... I was a terrible daughter...

On the other hand, maybe I was meant to have no friends at all. My condition would always be in the way when I wanted to act like a normal kid and scare the others... Maybe it was time for me to fully accept myself and stay at home alone with my parents and Michael. I guess that would do...

So, with my heart broken into thousand pieces, I turned back and rushed back to our home yard. And to my pleasure, I find both my parents wait for me on the front door of our house. Great!

Slowly and more embarrassed than ever, I dare to approach them. My heart was pounding in my chest, ready to tear it apart and get outside. Hot beads of sweat were running down my forehead and my spine. God, I felt terrible and had the courage neither to look at my probably disappointed parents nor talk to them, even when I finally reached them.

My breathing got heavier and heavier with each passing second and my vision started getting blurry. The silence coming from the three of us didn't help either. It seemed like they were expecting to hear something - anything - from me. It was impossible though.

I placed my little hand on my chest and slowly fell on the slippery from the show floor and cried. I cried and cried and cried, but none of my parents said something. They remained silent, leaving me drowning in my own sorrow. I was helpless, hopeless and my heart ached from all those series of unfortunate events that I have experienced from the day I first tried to make friends until today. I was all alone and no one seemed eager to pull me out of that state.

It was only me and Michael. Michael and me. The two freaks that haunt the neighborhood and deserve nothing but humiliations. The kid and the entity. The Weirdos. The witch and the ghost. Receiving nothing but hatred and awful words.

After crying for what it seemed several minutes without being comforted by none of my parents, I stood up and wiped my tears with the back of my hand, determined to stop talking to people forever and ever, including my parents. They deserved neither my attention nor my love. Besides, that day, they proved that I was nothing but a burden to them.

Not saying a single word, I walked past them and entered the house, eager to lock myself in my room and do whatever could reduce the pain and stress I had received. It was the best I could do.

***

A soft knock on my door interrupted me in the middle of the night, as I was watching one last movie before going to bed.

"What do you want?" I asked rather rudely, rolling my eyes and not caring about who was standing behind the door.

"YN, darling, we need to talk! It's important! " I asked my mother saying from the other side of the door.

"None of yours or father's words are of importance, mother. Not anymore..." I replied coldly leaving my mother startled a bit, as she did not reply instantly.

"Please, YN, you need to understand! Let me in! It's for your own good!" Mother said again after a couple of minutes.

"I doubt it!" I blurted slightly raising my voice.

I felt the blood in my veins boil and anger flow inside me. What she was asking me to do was completely illogical, considering the fact that she did nothing when I was crying and drowning in my sorrow. Why did she care now?

"Please, YN..." She pleaded once more.

That's when I knew that something big was going to happen in the next few minutes or hours and she wouldn't leave if we didn't talk.

"Fine..." I finally said and unlocked the door, letting that woman enter my room.

"Be quick!" I demanded and stared at her coldly.

"Alright...Ummm... how am I supposed to put this up? Well, YN, dear-"

"Don't call me like that!!"

"What did you say?"

"I told you not to call me like that!!! If I was dear to you, you would never leave me ache like that! Never ever!!" I yelled and stared at her with a hint of pain hiding in my eyes.

I just couldn't bear the fact that she was acting like nothing had happened between us... she let me cry and break into a million pieces earlier and know she was talking to me like that? If she truly loved me, she only needed to prove it not with words but actions...

"YN, look, I didn't come up here to fight with you, alright? We both are tired of these shit, ok? Your father is tired too... Your case is killing everyone in here, not to mention how much of harm this is causing you... so, all I wanted to say was that tonight you're leaving!" she told me with despair.

"I-I'm leaving? Where am I going?" I asked her with my anger rising even more with each passing second.

"You're leaving and you're going to a place where you and your case can finally be safe, away from this world and its bad, cruel people..." she replied rather expressionless and reached for the door as to leave.

"Pack your things,dear...they'll be here in an hour..." she added and got out of my room, closing the door behind her with a loud bang, leaving me alone once more.

Alone in my darkness, pain, and sorrow...Alone with my thoughts and my fears...Alone with my insecurities, doubts, and scars... Alone...