White Blood

prologue

"No!" My voice was scratchy and desperate. My throat was dry while I stared at my parents who were standing over me, "please don't make me!" I sobbed, however I was getting absolutely no where. They were stone cold, which is how they've always been, but I'd hoped somewhere in there they had some form of remorse.

I can't say I was surprised it had come to this because I never expected them to understand what I was going through. They weren't there, they weren't in that moment when I pulled the trigger. My entire life changed at that specific moment, and whether they liked it or not: this is what it did to me. It wasn't Dalton, it wasn't rebellion: it was him. God I can still see his face, it haunts me in my dreams. I see him everywhere I go and I hate it. They don't understand: they just call me crazy because I see things and I'm too frightened to be left alone.

"I'm not crazy," I sobbed while my back slid down the caramel wall of my mother's house, "I don't belong there!" My voice raised into a loud scream. My hot tears landed against the bare of my arm, and I clamped my eyes tightly.

The last thing I clearly remember are my fathers words. They weren't harsh, they were soft and loving. However it was the last thing I wanted to hear, "It's for your own good, Devon."