Dante's Song

I have no childhood memories of innocence or joy. No hugs and kisses. No siblings to pester, fight or play with. No loving parents. My first memory is of violence and bloodshed. It was dark out. Someone fumbled with the door knob on the front door and started swearing. He couldn't open it. He banged on it. Demanding my mother let him in. I could smell the alcohol, the rage, the need for violence. I could smell my mother's fear. She came into the living room from the back bedroom of our 2 bedroom trailer. She was screaming at him, telling him to go away. Something happened to him. There were snapping noises as his bones broke. He screamed. His voice changed to a growl. He smelled different. Even through the door. It was wild and musky. All those bad smells made my nose hurt and my heart race. I hid under a blanket beside the couch. I was peeking around the furniture so I could see. I had the blanket over my nose to block some of the stench. The door snapped and splintered, exploding into the room. A monster stood in the door frame. Saliva dripping from his fangs. It went from absolute stillness to violence in a split second. From the doorway to my mother its teeth ripping out her throat and claws gutting her. My mother's scream still echoes in my head. Anger and greif tore through my little body and I changed. Just like that thing. The agony of snaping bones and blood boiling through my veins, every organ contorting, my body was on fire. It was more than I could bear. The sight of my mother on the floor gutted and bloody drove me beyond sanity. I attacked the thing. Going for its throat. I sunk my teeth in and tore at it with the vengeance that had consumed me. The beast threw me off, I flew into the kitchen and smacked into the cupboards falling into the sink. I launched myself off of the counter going in for the kill again. I don't remember how many times it smacked me around or threw me. I was faster and smaller. I didn't stop, I couldnt. The pain didn't matter. I kept attacking till it bled out. Till id ripped enough holes in it to kill it. When it finally stopped breathing. I changed back. I went to my mother. I held her head and cried. I heard her last word's. They are engraved into my mind. "You're a monster, just like him." I dont remember how long i sat there till the people came. Till they found me sitting in my living room covered in the blood of my parents. I was sent from one home to another after that. I was too agressive for anyone to control or mannage. I was always fighting. I stole what I wanted or needed. It wasn't as if anyone would get anything for me.