3 months earlier:
I stared at the T.V., playing with my omelet. News reports flashed about unsolved murders. I listened to the reporter while she told the world about what I'd been doing last night.
"Someone came to this very alley way," she gestured to the blood splattered, yellow taped scene behind her. "And ripped out the throat of a homeless man. Police investigators found his name was Ian Smith, who had been recently released from prison due to murder himself. Police suspect a gang revenge is at hand." I turned my attention away from her as my mom sat down at the table, coffee mug in hand. She looked tired, as she tugged at her brown hair, watching the news report.
"These murders are horrible," she said, her brown eyes distressed. "Who would do such a thing?"
"I don't know," I responded quietly, while my monster chuckled inside. If only she knew it was her own daughter, she laughed. Quiet, I scolded her.
"Of course you don't know, sweetie," mom reassured, patting my hand. I could feel her wedding rings loose on her finger. She never took it off, ever since he died. "Now you had better get to school, or you'll be late." I nodded, and swung my bag over my shoulder, and opening the door to the cold outside, I pulled my hood over my long red curls. As my feet traveled down the path to school, I brooded. About dad. He's been dead for 2 years. The outbreak of murders started 2 years ago. I think you can connect the dots. As I reached the school parking lot, Madison Thomas and her groupie came my way.
"Hey, freak!" she called to me. I turned to face her, eyebrow raised questioningly. "Where you hurrying off to?" The entire school turned to face us, eager for a show.
"A thing called class, Madison," I responded snarkily. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather not fail high school and end up flipping burgers at some rundown joint, like you seem to be headed toward."
"Oh, that's cute!" she laughed, turning toward her friends. "Freak thinks that I'm going to fail in life. No worries, freak, I've got a daddy who will help me through life. Unlike you. And unlike your daddy, mine isn't a drunk who can't hold a job, so you would fail in life anyway, even if he didn't die." The jab at my dad poked my monster inside, and she growled, wanting to leap out and tear her throat out.
"You do not want to get me angry," I growled, my voice going deep as my monster started to show. I stepped toward her, and she backed away, her snotty expression faltering for a second, revealing fear. I stopped myself, and pushed my monster back down. I almost considered letting her out, but decided against it. I couldn't leave my mom. I owed it to her to stay strong. I stepped back, pushing my monster down, and I ran off. As I sank down behind a trash can, I heard footsteps following me. A boy's face poked out from behind the trash can.
"What was that?" he asked, his blue eyes serious. I shook my head at him, shrugging. "No seriously, what was that?" I looked hard at him.
"I have a secret. A deep, dark secret that I have been hiding since birth. Once you learn it, you won't come back," I warned him. "No second thoughts. Would you like to know?"