The Child of no one

Him to her

👆👆 Lucia

This story characters are based on fictional personas that I created and acquired likewise photos of. It Is also my first story thank you for reading.
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Narrator POV

In a land far away there lives a devil and an angel with a broken halo, where the winter are frosty and autumns chills. And the suns heat bears down as if sent by Lucifer himself it to burn the world. 

It's a calm winter night in the silent city of Selenophile, strangely this town is usually alight with life at night but tonight is deathly quiet no one is outside like Satan himself is walking the streets tonight daring anyone to come out and play. 

In the neighborhood of Raziel the nice sized houses are mostly quiet except for one house. The only house in the neighborhood that had a child a small child she looked the age of six or seven.

The young girl is quiet keeps to herself mostly and rarely ever goes outside, but the one time she happens to go outside the Millers cat is in their yard and a nasty little beast it is. The little girl in her faded powder blue jumper is playing in the yard she tries to rub the black cats fur and the cat lashes out at the girl clawing a gash in her pale arm. She stops and looks at the crimson blood running from her fore arm. Her thick white bangs cover her eyes no ones knows what her eyes truly look like and no one dares to ask not with the scar running across her pale face like a white hot bolt of lighting. The small girl kicks the cat and it flys into the near by oak tree a sicking crack could be heard as the cat hit the tree and falls limp to the cold winter ground. She looks down at the cat for sometime before taking her leave back into the small three bedroom house with the white picket fence that her parents own and.

This is where is begins....

She sit's on her bed looking out the window into the dark starlit sky, listening to those people argue she heard loud noises and things breaking. "Those people must be fighting again" she thinks silently. She lays down on her small twin size mattress that bares corse cotton sheets with a dirty red and white quilt that brands a Lilly on it. There she lay on the bed in the bare white room and listened to the arguing just beyond her bedroom door how her parents went back and forth.

"I dont give a good goddamn she has gotta go that little monster! That damn girl she's no human!" a man yells in the other room.

"She's a child she didn't know any better, she's 1!" a woman yells back at the man.

They argue in the living room down the hall from her room she stays quieter than a mouse she was mute but those people didn't know that, they didn't know anything. They despise her because of her unearthly looks, pale skin, hair whiter then freshly driven snow and her height of four feet five inches. The man that was supposedly her father banged on her locked door before he kicked her door in breaking it off the hinges it fell to the floor loudly. The girl simply looked at him with an emotionless face this child was born silent and emotionless another reason they dislike her so... The man pulled an aluminum bat from behind his back and raised it high above his had "No!" The woman screams, the woman that was supposedly her mother. 

The the bat came swinging down on the girls head with a loud wet crack, the sound resonates through the room as the girl lay bleeding. Skull cracked open yet she was somehow still conscious she sat up and the man swung the bat into her ribs and body over and over again, he beat her with the bat until she was no longer conscious.

He throw her body in the trunk of his car in the dead of night and drove her body to the most disertered back country road and dumped it there. "How do you like death now monster" He got back into his car and made u-turn in the middle of the road and speeding off.