ISOLDE
“You're worthless!”
“You deserve to die!”
“Look what you've done to your mother. She would have had a great life without you!”
“Die, you monster!”
I gasp awake from the nightmare of my past. It isn’t new. These memories still haunt me.
Memories of when I try to be normal, to blend in with children my age, only to be met with jeers and cruel laughter.
My red locks always stand out. Desperate, I cut them off, only to watch them grow back the next day. I cut them again. I even add chemicals, hoping they will stop growing, but they return anyway, as if mocking me.
It makes me believe I am truly a curse. Nothing but danger. Bad luck to everyone around me.
And now, there in the forest, I remember slashing the face of the man who tries to harm me. The blood. The shock in his eyes
