Fear

Every person on earth has a purpose, some become great musicians, some artists, and others go for the day to day life. As a teenager, you strive to figure out your destiny, who you want to be, but some never find what they were meant to do.

Time goes on, those who never figured out their purpose either struggle to get work, or they become a drone, mindlessly following orders of their boss.

But for me, I know I'm meant for great things, but I have no idea what it is. I know I'm different; I've hidden my whole life because of my difference.

Some would say my difference is a gift, I consider it a curse. I've never been able to live my life without the fear of letting my true colors show, and yes, I know people say you should. I can't because it would be too dangerous for me.

I bet your wondering why; why is it dangerous? What are you hiding?

Let me tell you, I have powers, and not the hunkie dory kind, the ones that people look up to. Mine is dark, a monster with a never ending hunger. Not for power, no, for revenge on the people who have hurt me.

I'll tell you a hundred times, you NEVER want to make me angry, ever. Because when I do get angry, that monster, the one I can barely control, comes out.

A dark, foggy mist wraps around my mind, whispering in my ears with a dangerous, scary, and seductive voice.

Let me out, you know you want to. Do it. You think you can hold me back, stop me with your virtue? WRONG! You're just like me, you long for them to suffer.

As this continues, my mind strains to keep the monster in, to never let her out. She's not me, well she is, but not what I want to be. I'm not evil, I never wanted to be like this. I lay my head down and my eyes started to close.

I can't do it anymore! I can't fight it, my head hurts. Perhaps if I rest it'll all go away…

No! I jolt myself up and look into my mirror. Short, dark brown hair curls around my face and my blue eyes stare dully at my reflection. I look as if I've been screaming. It might have been just my imagination, but I knew that internally, I have.

I know what the creature looks like: covered in a black cloak that opens into tattered looking wings; pointy canines and a reptilian tongue, as well as pointy ears and pale skin; long black claws; and wearing a long-sleeve dress that covers her feet with a choker necklace and high-heeled black sandals. A red gem glows on the necklace and my blue eyes glow red as well.

I'm a monster, and I know it. I'm a freak and everyone else knows it.

But I didn't know that I wasn't the only one…

I know I should be grateful of the creature, it could be worse. I could be a raging psychopath who allows the monster dominance.

I sigh before pulling my hair away from my face and pulling out some clothes: Light pink T-shirt with a white heart on it, skinny jeans, and an array of silver bracelets and a ring with blue jewel in the center.

I looked in the mirror as I pulled out my make material. I opened the first case and applied the foundation, then I went to the mascara. I chose two shades of pink for my eye shadow and finished with light red lipstick.

I closed the containers and pursed my lips before opening the door to my room and running down the stairs. My hand brushed against the wooden walls and dark swirls started to form. I yanked my hand away and held it to my chest as I walked the rest of the way to the kitchen.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw my father sitting at the counter, reading a newspaper and holding a cup of smoldering coffee.

"Morning, Dad!" I called as I walked into the room.

He looked up at me and smiled. Sunlight caught his black hair, giving it streaks of blue and his dark eyes sparkled. "Morning, Julia."

I smiled back before going to the cupboards and grabbing cereal and a bowl. Then I reached into the fridge and pulled out a milk jug, pouring it into the bowl, on top of my cereal.

Sitting down at the counter, I started eating my food.

The pounding of footsteps sounded behind me and I instinctively knew it was my brother. "Morning, Luke," I said without turning around.

"Hey, weirdo," he replied while yawning. Then he grabbed the cereal box and poured some into a bowl, shortly followed by the milk.

He sat down next to him and again, I heard her seductive voice.

He's so clueless. Your whole family is. If you let me out, I'll make sure you're brother won't call you Weirdo.

SHUT UP! Besides, I've been called much worse.

That quieted her down. Finishing my meal quickly, I went upstairs and brushed my teeth. Then went back to my room to grab my back pack. Finishing up, I walked to the front door and headed out calling, "bye Dad!" as I left.

Luke joined me a few minutes later with his backpack in toe.

"So, how'd you sleep?" I asked him.

"Fine."

"No bad dreams?"

"Why are you asking me this? You're not mom."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "No, I'm not mom. But I'm just trying to make conversation."

"What makes you think I want to talk to you? This is why people call you weird you know."

"No, not completely," I murmured under my breath. We walked the rest of the way to school in silence.

Once we got to school grounds, Luke ran off looking for his friends. I watched my younger brother before I headed toward the school. But before I could enter, I was stopped by someone.

"Where do you think you're going, Julia?"

I turned and rolled my eyes. "My locker."

"Not just yet," said the ring leader of the Clique: a brunette who died her hair red and wore a red t-shirt covered by a black jean jacket, and a black skirt with red stocking and red high heals.

"What now? I'm really not in the mood for your bulling."

In my head, I felt her paying close attention to what I was doing. She seemed to like the girl's attire for the day and who could blame her? It was pretty cool.

"Nice try, you're not getting out so easily."

I sighed. "Girls, I really don't want to do this."

"To bad."

They started walking closer, getting ready to haul me somewhere and rip or take off some of my clothes so I would be embarrassed. But before they could touch me, I felt her crush my control.

She grabbed the wrist of one of the girls and twisted. Moving my other hand, she put her pointer up and waved her hand. "Uh-uh. Don't you dare touch me."

"Is weirdo standing up?"

She smiled. "Yes, she sure is." She wracked her gaze over the group and I instantly knew that my eyes were gleaming.

No! Don't hurt them!

I won't. Just scare them off for now.

The girls backed up in fright and she released the girl's grip, tossing her down the stairs. Then she retreated back and the red sheen in my blue eyes faded. I stared wide eyed before whirling around and pushing the doors open to the school.