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Crystal is half vampire and half cat but has a human body. She has blue cat ears and tail. She has long white hair that looks like fresh fallen snow. Her eyes are dark ocean blue, so pure and Innocent yet dark and mysterious at the same time. Her plump red lips stand out from her pale complexion. She has pearly white teeth with two fangs and razor sharp nails.
Blood. Blood is what I crave I want to see your blood spill. I want to taste it, I want to smell it. I want to kill. What can I say I’m a killer at heart I can’t help it. I love to see my victims confused and afraid. I love seeing their face change from happy to scared. They say eyes are the windows to your soul and it’s true. When the windows is open, if you look hard enough you can see what a person is feeling. But, what are they hiding when they are closed, what secrets does a person hold in their dreams? Years ago I lost my sanity all because I wanted to follow my dream of being normal. But being normal is boring. Where’s the fun in trying to be like everyone else. I tried so hard. I learned it is impossible to be something you’re not. I can’t forget those days of endless torture.
My parents never loved me. They wanted nothing to do with me. So they sold me to a scientist. His name was Dr. Wilson. He never showed any kindness towards me. He would often beat me if I did not listen. He would perform painful experiments on me. Things then got worse for me. He decided to send me to school. A house full of no good heartless children. Who don’t care about your feelings. Children who can’t accept the fact, that some people are different. Day after day I was bullied but I held that anger in for some odd reason. Until one fateful day all that anger came back at once.
(3 years ago)
My 13th birthday was three days ago and ever since I’ve had a massive headache. I lay in bed enjoying the piece until it is rudely interrupted by the sound of my alarm clock. I hiss at the sound and use my tail to turn it off. Slowly I get out of bed, lazily walk to the bathroom. i do the usual routine of brushing my teeth and washing the night off of my face. Then I dress myself in black leggings and a big gray sweatshirt to cover my tail and a white beanie to cover my ears. I then proceed to braid my white hair in to two braids and retract my two fangs into my mouth. As I walk towards my front door to leave I hear Dr. Wilson yell in frustration in his lab. “This next experiment will be fun” I say under my breath.
The walk to school was a bit long since I live in the forest but still close to town. The silence is wonderful but my head is still pounding. My craving for blood has gotten stronger, my urge to kill is grown. “What is wrong with me?” I ask to myself. I quickly shrug it off and continue my walk to school. When I get to town I put my hood over my head and silently listen to the whispers avoiding eye contact as much as possible. Somehow the deal my parents made with the different scientists has spread. Some have tried to talk to me but I push them away. They have seen me mad and they fear me. That pleases me. I want them to be afraid I want to see their eyes go wide in shock when they see my fangs and the glow of my eyes. It brings me joy to hear their screams when I bite and kill them. Some were even brave enough to call the police. Luckily for me they have no proof. I keep my kills very secret.
When I arrive at school I’m greeted with mocks and threats. I slowly walk down the halls ignoring everyone and enter my first class, art. Art is my favorite subject. I always found so much freedom in it. I always thought it was funny how people get so many different meanings from one single painting. I’m suddenly pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of the bell,signaling the start of class. My teacher Mr. Diaz walks up to the front of the class and starts taking role. While I wait I analyze the classroom paying attention to every detail, from the flickering light to the small cracks on the floor. Suddenly I hear squeal come from the front of the class from the one and only Alexandra Olsen, the biggest brat in the school. Curious I get out of my seat and see what the commotion is. I look to see a small mouse running around the room. Ironically I love mice, I know I’m part cat but I can’t help it. I’ve always had a special connection to animals and sometimes speak to them. I bend down and hold out my hand and silently ask for the mouse to come and he does. The mouse climbs up my arm and rests on my shoulder. I look at it to see he has white fur and shiny black eyes.
“It’s okay, I won’t let them hurt you little guy” I tell him. I look up to see everyone staring at me.
“Ewe the freak is touching a rodent!” Alexandra squeals followed by the sound of ‘ewes’ from her classmates. At that I walk up to her and slap her. Oh, how I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. She stares at me in shock for a second then growls and pushes me down to the ground, hard. When I hit the ground my beanie and hood fly off revealing my blue cat ears. Everyone stares at me including Mr. Diaz. My fangs and tail come out as well. I see Alexandra back away in fear.
“O-oh my gosh... she’s the spawn of the devil!” she yells. When those words left her mouth I felt something inside me click. All the anger I held in suddenly burst out. My dark blue eyes turned into a neon electric blue. My eyes had a glow and looked almost as if there was lightning in them. My tail stretched out and wrapped around her. She struggled but it was no use I was too strong. I pulled her close to me and stared into her eyes, searching. I kept searching until I found what I was looking for. Her worst fear. When I found it a smirk crawled onto my face. It was so exciting to see tremble in fear. I made her eyes lock into mine.
“Now Alexandra I’m going to ask you a question and you will get three seconds to answer, you get it right your death will be quick and painless.” I say. All she does is nod “But, if you get it wrong… well you’ll see.” A sob escapes her mouth, hot tears role down her cheeks. "Now tell me, what is your biggest fear, what keeps you up at night? Remember three seconds. One…”
“I don’t know!” she yells
“Please…I-it’s um" She stutters not able to get the truth out.
“Three.” I whisper. I then wrap my tail tighter around her and force her took look into my eyes. She stares and I know what she sees. I laugh while she screams. My razor sharp nails come out and I force them into the side of her neck and scratch. Her screams slowly soften, her eyes turn black and soon a smile spreads across her face as she sees her happiest dream in my eyes slowly rip apart.
“Sweet dreams” I whisper as I her eyes close. I gently lay her down on the ground and cut X’s into her eyelids. Dipping my hands in her blood i walk over to my easel and sit down. My hand touches the easel and like magic the blood slowly spreads across the paper. When my hand rips away i see Alexandra's biggest fear, clowns, painted on with her blood.I stand up licking blood off my hands. I walk out the door, my classmates long gone, smiling and laughing as I skip out of the school the mouse close behind me. I turn around pick up the mouse.
“I think I’ll call you Spirit” I say then continue skipping. I feel so free and guess what my headaches gone.
(End of flashback)