I know your not normal but you are still my devil angle, chapter 1
Hi my name is Kara and I am going to let you in to let you know who I am and why I am feared. When I was born my mother committed suicide. Her reasons for doing so were of me. When I was born my eyes were like any normal new born child. Eye color not yet developed so they were black. My skin color when I was born was different from any normal born as well I was blue for nine days.
But that is not the reason my mother committed suicide. She committed suicide when I was eight years of age. My eye color was and still is red. My skin color is a normal pale, not completely white I had a hint of color. My hair was and still is black. My mother gave me contacts to make my eye color normal but my eyes went through the contacts and still showed red. My mother tried putting me in the tanning bed but I never changed in skin color. She grew insane in trying to make me look normal when I was five until she gave up. Her and my father had more children that were like all the other kids normal. My parents locked me in a room so no one knew I existed. They gave me food threw a little hole in the door. They made sure that my brothers and sisters did not know of my existence. How they hid me so well I will never know.
When I was eight I found a way to get out of my room. My family were doing their normal daily live routine. I went outside to see the world I never new really existed. It was beautiful. I walked up and down our street that I never really can remember quite well. Not knowing the time and knowing what time my mother came home from work she spotted me walking the street. She panicked grabbed me and led me to my room called my father and then later that day they put bars on the door so I had no way out.
Later that night I heard a loud bang witch to this day I would call it gunshots. I heard many screams and more gunshots until everything was silent. Three hours later I heard our front door bust open. I was sitting on my bed waiting to hear my mother. But all I heard were new voices.
A few hours later someone asked if there was anyone in my room. I couldn't speak but I fell off my bed witch made a noise to indicate a yes. Not even thirty minutes later my door opened and the men just stared at me. Finally after a while of silence I was brought outside. They asked questions that I didn't know answers to. Such as why were you in that room locked up. I didn't know the answer so I couldn't tell them.
After all of the stuff I had to deal with I was sent to a home. This family was beautiful. The officer told me my new last name was now Armstrong. When they came to open the door they greeted me with hugs and many welcomes. I smiled at the touch of the embrace my new family gave me.
"Welcome to our home. My name is Billie Joe and this is my wife Audi and my two boys Joey and Jakob." I shook there hands and told them my name. Once the officer left Audi told all of us to wash up for dinner. Billie led me to my room. I was trembling. He seemed to notice. "Hey are you okay?" I looked up at him. "Please don't lock me up in my room I don't know what I have done but please don't." I hugged his leg in fear of the room. He looked confused "Why would I do that?" I started crying. "My mommy did that to me please I will stay out of contact of everyone but please don't lock me in a room!" I was now breaking down my tears drenched his pant leg. "I am not going to lock you in a room. And I sure as hell will not make you avoid anyone. Why did she do that to you do you know?" I nodded "She said I wasn't normal. And that she needed a normal child."
He looked at me in awe it was probably the most pity I had ever in my life see. He looked like he really cared.
But that is not the reason my mother committed suicide. She committed suicide when I was eight years of age. My eye color was and still is red. My skin color is a normal pale, not completely white I had a hint of color. My hair was and still is black. My mother gave me contacts to make my eye color normal but my eyes went through the contacts and still showed red. My mother tried putting me in the tanning bed but I never changed in skin color. She grew insane in trying to make me look normal when I was five until she gave up. Her and my father had more children that were like all the other kids normal. My parents locked me in a room so no one knew I existed. They gave me food threw a little hole in the door. They made sure that my brothers and sisters did not know of my existence. How they hid me so well I will never know.
When I was eight I found a way to get out of my room. My family were doing their normal daily live routine. I went outside to see the world I never new really existed. It was beautiful. I walked up and down our street that I never really can remember quite well. Not knowing the time and knowing what time my mother came home from work she spotted me walking the street. She panicked grabbed me and led me to my room called my father and then later that day they put bars on the door so I had no way out.
Later that night I heard a loud bang witch to this day I would call it gunshots. I heard many screams and more gunshots until everything was silent. Three hours later I heard our front door bust open. I was sitting on my bed waiting to hear my mother. But all I heard were new voices.
A few hours later someone asked if there was anyone in my room. I couldn't speak but I fell off my bed witch made a noise to indicate a yes. Not even thirty minutes later my door opened and the men just stared at me. Finally after a while of silence I was brought outside. They asked questions that I didn't know answers to. Such as why were you in that room locked up. I didn't know the answer so I couldn't tell them.
After all of the stuff I had to deal with I was sent to a home. This family was beautiful. The officer told me my new last name was now Armstrong. When they came to open the door they greeted me with hugs and many welcomes. I smiled at the touch of the embrace my new family gave me.
"Welcome to our home. My name is Billie Joe and this is my wife Audi and my two boys Joey and Jakob." I shook there hands and told them my name. Once the officer left Audi told all of us to wash up for dinner. Billie led me to my room. I was trembling. He seemed to notice. "Hey are you okay?" I looked up at him. "Please don't lock me up in my room I don't know what I have done but please don't." I hugged his leg in fear of the room. He looked confused "Why would I do that?" I started crying. "My mommy did that to me please I will stay out of contact of everyone but please don't lock me in a room!" I was now breaking down my tears drenched his pant leg. "I am not going to lock you in a room. And I sure as hell will not make you avoid anyone. Why did she do that to you do you know?" I nodded "She said I wasn't normal. And that she needed a normal child."
He looked at me in awe it was probably the most pity I had ever in my life see. He looked like he really cared.
