The Evil In Sight

Prologue

And you tried to change didn't you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake... You can't make homes out of human beings. Someone should have told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

-Warsan Shire

When people speak of death its always in a reserved voice, quietly as if no one should know of the inevitable. It's never spoken of in groups or around those of us who are closer to the end of our time. The sick and elderly should never hear of their soon to be reality. It's better to keep them in the dark and let them go peacefully and without knowing. Don't warn or they shall be scared. Don't mention it or they shall fear for its coming and try to reverse time or convince themselves that it shall not come.

Children do not fear death because they have not been affected by its cruel hand. They have not seen Deaths cold hand grasp their loved ones and carry them to the other side. Heaven or hell do not matter once they are gone.

I should have been the same. A child full of innocence and purity. Happiness shown in my eyes and smiles full of joy.

But I wasn't.

I was one of the unlucky ones. The poor children who lost their family before they realised what I had. My sister, taken in her sleep after the crash that left her dead in every way other than the slight beating of her chest. My mother, a hollow shell after seeing the sight of her motionless child with no hope pf return to this world. My father, a man of pride who couldn't handle the thought of a broken family and chose to abandon us as soon as he could.

And me the only one left with no support to help me through the hardships to come.

I wish it could have been different. I wish it was me who died in the crash and not my sister. I wish I didn't have to see the hollow look in my mother's eyes as she thinks I'm my sister once again. I wish I didn't have to go through the weekly visits to my father who can't even look at me without a glare on his face because I should have been the one to go not my perfect sister.

I wish for so much more than what I have and at the same time I wish for the one thing I have left to leave me forever.

Ready for the cheesiest part of the story?

I can see things. And it's not a condition that can be treated by a doctor.

I see ghosts. I see demons. I don't have a choice in the matter. It was passed on to me from some mysterious part of my family that everyone refuses to tell me. It's a hard to live with especially when the only person who supported me was my dead sister and no one else seems to notice me other than the strange colour change in my eyes when I see these things. I sound like such a show off when I try to explain it to people and I think that's why they aren't to fascinated and tend to stay away form me. I don't really mind honestly it's less work for me to just let them go and go through life alone.

I'd rather that then have to deal with he judgement and torture that comes with social interaction. Its all a nightmare to me.

So to wrap up here's me in a nutshell:

Amara Becker

17 years old

No family. No friends.

I see ghosts and I cant do anything about it.

I lost everything I cared about when I was too young to know how much I would miss it all.

I live with a foster family and go to a school where no one knows my name.

No one acknowledges me, my existence. No one even knows who I am at all oother than "that weird foster girl".

Or at least that's what I thought.

Word count- 693

Having another go at writing this. Its gonna take me ages and I am never going to be able to give a consistent time to update so sorry not sorry. 

Don't expect it to be very good and don't expect it to be anything like it was last time. (If you read that one)

Good day bitches ;)