A SCP foundation fanfic: An Echo Awakening

abuse warning: This story depicts parts of child abuse. It's mainly in the introduction, so if you feel triggered skip to chapter 2 From the moment I opened my eyes the world had welcomed me with pain, only a day old and my earliest memory was a knife to the heart as my own mother attempted to sacrifice me to Tenebris, a demonic entity of time in hopes to gain powers. So young but yet the memory rings through my head as clear as day. I could feel the cold stone against my back as I saw a woman that I could only guess was my mother. There was no sympathy… No regret as she held the silver dagger over my heart. Even so young it terrified me. The cold look in her eyes, but yet almost crazed. The way her pale skin almost looked avoided warmth. As the knife went through me, I cried and screamed in pain. I didn’t understand greed, or envy yet. All I understood was that I was in pain and rejected. My mother had rejected me. As my warm blood left me I would soon learn that the warmth of my own blood would be the only comfort I’d ever feel. I could feel my body weaken as the blood flowed on to the altar, causing the ruins on it to glow an eerie green causing my skin to crawl. A figure would show as my mother prepared for the power of space and time to be bestowed upon her. The being looked over to me, my little body, so close to death as my blood seeped out. I had stopped crying as making a sound was found to hurt too much. I was just quiet. Forced to push through the pain. The demonic entity looked at me with a look I couldn’t quite understand. Sympathy? Pity? Maybe it had a feeling about me. The demon held out a hand letting its energy flow through me. My wounds slowly healed as the demonic entity turned back time. My mother who had her eyes closed opened an eye in confusion and slight irritation as she saw the demon healing me. She had been sure that the blood of her first born daughter would please him more than the new born lamb the ceremony had called for, but the sight she saw before her showed a different story. Why would an evil entity of time and space be showing sympathy for a child? The sight left her baffled. She didn’t understand it. Why did he spare me? As the being disappeared, my mother looked down at me with a sense of disgust at what I now looked like. My once rosy baby skin had turned to a dark violet. My blonde locks were turned black. And my pretty blue eyes multiplied by 2. I looked up at her making cooing noises. Confused on why she looked at me with such hate. She grabbed me roughly and took me home. I could almost feel the anger radiating off of her, causing me to cry. The first day of my life and I already knew how it felt to feel unloved. I just buried my little head into her chest in hopes for comfort. … The first 17 years of my life were filled with pain and hate. I hated my mother and wanted nothing more than my 18th birthday. I had the ability to hide my demonic form so I was able to lead a somewhat normal life. I walked through the halls of school. I was tall for a woman being about 5 foot 9, so a lot of the other students had found me intimidating. I didn’t have many friends, and only one knew how my mother treated me. Olivia walked over to me, smiling at me. We usually walked to 7th period together since we shared math in that class. “How’s it been, Echo? You weren’t at school yesterday.” I let out a sigh. Of course she had to bring that up. “I was feeling under the weather,” I lied, knowing well that I couldn’t get sick. But Liv didn’t know this since I used it as an excuse when my mother was too drunk to drive me to school. I lived in a cabin hidden in the woods and it took about 30 miles to get to school everyday, and the bus didn’t go through the woods. So my mom was my only method of transport. She looked at me with an unconvinced frown but didn’t question me. We started walking and I couldn’t help but feel cared about. I honestly didn’t think anyone had noticed. As we walked to class, I couldn’t help but feel eyes burning into my back Someone… Or something was watching me. I looked at my phone and my friend gave me a worried look. “Are you sure you're good, Echo?” She asked. Her eyes then looked at me as if my cloaking spell had worn off. “Oliva… what’s…?” I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder and I looked behind me to see an oldish man… Possibly in his late 40s or early 50s, he had dark grey hair that seemed to be thinning at the hairline. His look could send shivers down the spines of the brave. “I’m Dr. Gears,” he said in a cold, calculating voice. “I’ll be your new biology teacher,” he finished before walking away. “Wow… Creepy perm sub,” Olivia commented as we went back to walking “Yeah,” I agreed Our bio teacher, Mrs. Johnson had left on maternity leave, and wouldn’t be coming back till the end of the school year. I really didn’t know what to make of this man. He seemed cold. The type of cold my mother seemed when she stabbed me. The type of cold that’s all consuming. I sighed in disappointment before looking over to olivia and saying, “This is gonna be a long school year … The next day when I walked into bio, I wore a hoodie to hide my face, my mother had gotten me with a steak knife again on my cheek, and I didn’t want anyone to see. I went over, and sat next to my lab partner, victoria. I hated Victoria as if she was the plague. She was the type of student to make her partner do all the work and then do the smallest task just so I couldn’t say I did it all “Well, hello, nerdy dearest,” she said in her usual condescending tone that made me wish with a passion that I could rip out her heart and feed it to the birds. She should be glad that I’m a nerd. I was the only reason that stupid towhead was passing this class. If anything she should be thanking me. As I worked on ‘our’ assignment, I couldn’t help but notice her texting her bestie, taylor, and I let out a smirk as I raised my hand “Um… Dr. Gears? Can I go to the bathroom?” I asked, knowing that I’d get her in trouble. Phones were completely banned from school, a teacher just seeing one was enough to get a student suspended for a week. I’d be free of her shenanigans for an entire week “You snitch,” she whispered to me. I sang the bye, bye, bye part of the ‘bye bye bye’ song by NSYNC, causing her to look at me with a seething fiery anger that would make even the deepest crevices of hell jealous. All I did in response was smirk wider. “Yes, ech-” he started till he noticed the phone and said, “Victoria Mac… Go to the office.” I watch her throw her books off the table and walk away, still seething. I then looked over to Dr. Gears before asking, “can I still go to the bathroom?” I tried to seem as innocent as possible, giving a sweet smile as he eventually nodded and I headed to the bathroom with a look of triumph smudged across my face. As I washed my face I looked in the mirror… I looked so… Normal. Besides being a woman who was only 3 inches from being considered 6 feet tall. I couldn’t help but give myself a slight smile. I wished I could always look like this. That I could have a normal life. I took off the necklace that held my cloaking spell and looked in the mirror. That was me. The real me. The one my own mother would call a monster in her drunken rants. The one that appeared as the stuff of nightmares. I looked like the monster under a child's bed, and I hated that. I hated myself. Eventually, I put my necklace back on, and headed back to class. As I walked I once again felt as if eyes were burning into my back. I decided to ignore it, and soon returned to class. I hummed quietly to myself as I hung up the pass and headed to my seat. … As I headed into my house, I groaned as I saw my mother passed out on the. I went to lift up the tiny 5 foot nothing woman and carried her to her room. I chuckled as I realised why she didn’t come to pick me up. My bestie, Olivia, had to drive me, because of this woman. I needed to get a drivers license. I finally put my mom on the bed and headed to my room to start working on my homework. The clock seemed to move slower and slower the more that I worked. When night fell, I closed my computer and headed into the kitchen to cook dinner for me and my mom. There wasn’t any meat thawed out because… No. Mom would hate to make things easy for me. I decided to go with hamburgers and started cooking. My mom came in holding her head as she went to sit at the dining room table, barely acknowledging me. I knew this woman was gonna fall apart when I moved out and accepted one of my endless acceptances. She worked at a dinner, then got drunk at night, and finally came home where the next day she’d have a hangover that would rival even the strongest of drugs. I finished the burgers, dressed them, and headed to the table giving her her plate. “How’d you get home?” She asked while rubbing at one of her eyes sleepily. “Olivia drove me,” I replied, picking up one of my hamburgers and beginning to eat. There was always an awkward silence between us that consumed me. There was never love in her eyes whenever she looked at me. It was alway contempt or just nothing. I hated that about her. All I ever wanted was my mother’s love, and it hurt that I knew I’d never get it. After dinner I headed to my computer to work on a graphic design commission. Even though my mother did technically work at a dinner, I was the main breadwinner because of my graphic design commissions that I had started doing at 14, and have been doing ever since. I did most of everything except picking up the grocery order. But I knew I’d be doing that too soon when I tried for a driver’s license. Later that night as I slept, I heard a sound outside. I decided to go to check it out. The wind against my skin felt heavenly. I sighed and looked around, still feeling watched. My tail whipped around a little aggressively. “Come out! Show yourself!” I called I called out into the quiet night. I then saw someone walk towards me. He seemed to be in some sorta… secret agent gear. He had a badge that had a weird logo on it and said SCP. I looked at him with confusion as he smirked at me. I hated that smug look on his face. He looked possibly Indian, and age wise he seemed possibly in his late thirties or early forties. He just came closer. I saw a tranq gun in his hands causing me to freeze a little. I knew what to do. I needed a loop. That was the only way I’d get out of this in one piece. I raised my hands. Weird green particles covered them, but before I could release my powers I felt a pain as something hit the back of my neck. I fell to the ground looking up at the people who had shot me down. A woman in a lab coat went to her knees and moved my hair away from my face. She stared in awe at the softly closed 4 eyes. The woman look down at my form and smirked, “Take her to the van, The agent then went to lift me up and carried me to a van.