I raced through the woods as tears filled my eyes. I didn't need to see to find my way home.
Branches scraped against my arms and smacked into my face as I ran, but I didn't care. The dead man's face was all I could see.
I was a monster. My dad was a monster. All Shtrigas were monsters.
We shouldn't be alive. None of us deserved to live.
I'd rather die than kill innocent humans so I could continue living.
Reaching our cabin, I went inside, hurrying to my room and shutting and locking the door behind me. It wouldn't keep Dad out for long, but I didn't care. I was sure I was in for one hell of a lecture, but I didn't care about that either. Or about getting Dad to like me. Or praise me.
He was a monster, and I didn't want to be like him. I didn't need him to like me. Not anymore.
Throwing myself on my bed, I buried my face in my pillow, finally letting out the sobs I'd been holding back since I watched the man die.
I'm a monster, I'm a monster, a monster...The words rang through my mind again and again, and I wished I'd never existed.
