Hatred 4 Me – Chapter 32

THIRTY – TWO

I took down all my mirrors in room and I cover up the mirrors in my bathroom. I can’t look at myself.  Most of the time, I am roll up into a ball and cry in the dark. I am a monster. I am a living breathing monster.

I found out the truth about me. I did! Through I disgusting stupid vampire name Aura. I didn’t believe her at first but then I ask the source.  Aura  is telling the truth.

Now, my family has fallen apart at the seems and I don’t know how to save those precious moments, I held on so dear. I cry in the dark and yell at walls, as my heart stops beating. I am dead.

Yes, me, Max is dead. I died January 5, 2011.  I am a living breathing corpse, who live among the Normals and the darkest of creatures. Why? I hate her with every feeling in my body.  I want to ripe her apart like a rage doll and burn her to a crisp.  I am a product of her affair. I am her love child, her hybrid, her mistake.

I look around my room and it’s my prison cell. I’m in jail for life and it’s not for a crime.

Why me, God? Why me?

I don’t want to live. I feel so alone, so hurt. The pain inside burns my soul and I can’t stop it. It’s like, I’m tied down on a fire burning bar-a-que grill without a time limit. My body aches, my skin is pale, my teeth are horrific and my heart doesn’t beat to a tune.

Trap. So trap, I don’t know what to do and my family torn apart from a lie and cheat.

Now, this is my reality, my curse. I can only go out at night and drink the blood of the Normals.  I must be careful of the advisories and anything that moves. I am so caution, I even frighten myself.

I don’t know, if Aunt Erika will kill me herself or will order Simon Peter to do the dirty work. I know, I’m on continuous watch from the Apollo’s clan of blood suckers, Simon Peter and Fire.  What I do, say or eat well documented. They are waiting for me to fall.

For the first time in my life, I am afraid of my next step.  I have no protection, not even from my Great Grandfather doesn’t care about his own warp creation.

Only Jehovah can save my soul and protect me with his living kindness, if he cares. But, then again, I’m part demon from his fallen angel.

Time will tell of my path; which I will need to walk.  My cousins will show their true colors towards me. My father will try to mend his broken heart.

Some secrets need to be hidden and forgot forever. It’s not always good to know everything.