chapter 1

My life has always been miserable. I was born with Ruby Red Eyes. The surgeons were horrified and thought I had contracted a new disease, but when they examined me, I was completely fine.

My mother was terrified of me. She could only ever hold me when she placed something on my face to cover my eyes. She was convinced that I was a devil of some sort, so that's what she named me. Devil. 'D' for short.

She would blame me for every wrong that happened in her life. Always telling me how good her life was before I came along. She'd take her frustration out on me. Physically. 

Yet, I loved her, despite all the things she did to me. I always tried to make her life good. Obviously, I couldn't do much, but I tried to do things that made her happy. I didn't speak, because she told me not to, I stayed out of sight, she didn't like seeing me too much. I always covered my eyes, because she didn't like them.

I was more self-aware at the age of 3. More than most toddlers, I realised. She never let me go outside. Not a lot of people even knew I existed. I wanted her to love me so much, but when I turned 4 I realized that would never happen.

On the morning of my fourth birthday, I was awoken by a sweet smell. It filled the house. In every room, in everything. I walked to the kitchen and saw her. She turned to me and in her hands, I saw something I had never seen before. It was round and covered in cream with all the colors of the rainbow on it and smelled so good! She cut a piece for me and asked me to eat. I took one bite and couldn't stop. Delicious, it was sugary and creamy and I felt so good eating it. She told me I was called Cake. I loved it.

She stared at me as I ate. It seemed as though she was waiting for something. A sinister smile glued on her face. She was so kind to me that day. She even let me remove the sunglasses that I wore to hide my eyes. I could see fear and disgust in her eyes as she stared into mine, but she didn't react.

That night I went to sleep thinking I had finally won the love of my mother. I was wrong, I hadn't 

Waking up the next morning, I ran straight to my mother's room. Upon seeing me she screamed in terror. I thought it was exciting.

" No, No, You're dead!" She screamed, keeping her distance. I honestly didn't know what was happening.

She took a deep breath and then jumped on me. Her hands fastened around my neck. I couldn't breathe, it hurt. trying to stop her, I grabbed the scissors from a desk close by.

The blades sliced her cheek and she fell away from me. She didn't move. I crawled towards her, still short of breath. I didn't want her dead. I cried her name but she wasn't getting up. Then without warning she bounced up and ran out of the room. I chased after her into the kitchen, but she wasn't there. It was as though she had disappeared.

I walked around the kitchen looking for her. I didn't find her so I checked the rest of the house ending right back in her room. As I walked into the room the door was suddenly slammed shut behind me. Before I could move I felt something hard hit my head. Everything went dark afterward. I don't know for how long.

When I came too, I found that I was trapped in something. It was dark and difficult to breathe in. My fingers ripped through it. It was in a trash bag. Everything was dark even after I got out. The air around me stunk, like trash. No, I stunk like trash. That must be why she threw me in a dumpster. I am trash to her.

I called out her name but there was no response. Silence. I heard it a lot, but this night it was the loudest silence I had ever heard.

I managed to get out of the dumpster falling to the cold dirty floor in the process. I scanned the area looking for my mom or my home, but no luck.

I had never been outside my house before. It was so scary, bright lights everywhere. I didn't move. No, I couldn't move.

I took a deep breath, analyzing my situation. In that brief moment, I realized how stupid I was, "She never loved me". My heart broke. The longing for my mother's love was replaced with sheer hatred. I decided to live my life without her. I would erase her from my memory.

Just as I made my resolve, figures emerged from the shadow. They circled me. I had never seen anything like them before. They looked like me but, bigger, stronger, and more muscular. What were they?

One pushed me to the ground and another pinned me down. They laughed as I struggled. "What are they trying to do" I thought.

 Hands wandered into my stinky clothes. The feeling was odd and discomforting. It made me scream and struggle even harder.

My eyes caught another figure, and more dread pooled into my stomach. He stood behind them. When one caught sight of him, they had a familiar look on their faces. One I knew all to well. It was the same look my 'mother' had whenever she saw my eyes. Fear. The figure spoke to me, " Close your eyes and count from one to twenty".

I didn't know how to count, but I knew to close my eyes, because my 'mother' would tell me to do so, when she couldn't find my shades.

I kept my eyes closed. I heard hits, and screams of pain. I didn't want to see any of it. The figure told me to open my eyes. The two others were lying on the ground, wallowing in pain. The third figure stretched his hand to me, and I flinched away. His hand stayed still and I albeit hesitant, gave him my hand and he took me away.

I felt that he helped me only because he couldn't see my repulsive red eye in the darkness of the alley. Once he does he would kick me away. That's what I thought at least..