'Why did you go there?!!'
she looked at me and I felt extremely guilty.
It was on a cold night, I see fire burning our house from afar... where I grew up, the place I felt safest was set ablaze. We were outcasts in this world. And I am a hybrid, halfblood. My father was executed because I showed up, when no one was supposed to know I was his son.
It was a sin and was seen as treason to come in contact with Rakshas as kerathins because, for some reasons, we were sworn enemies from different planets (rakshas from virekyn and karethins from sector 9-Helix), but my father was blinded by love and he married my mum in secret and had me by mistake which is a great sin on it's own, but they hid me well until I threw a tantrum saying I wanted to see what was outside and since it was night, I wouldn't get caught, but I ended up getting caught.
My father didn't want me to be executed, I was only 6 years old. He admitted to committing a grave sin and was punished with death. My father was executed right when my mom came running and she was shaking with fair and disbelief. I couldn't do anything as my father was murdered right in front of me.
Mother crumbled, and her tears flowed.
My mother and I were surprisingly exiled and...
I looked back to see my home set up in flames
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'you didn't exist!!!' she shouted at me with pain in her eyes.
'mom...'
'don't call me your mother!' she cried
'was it so hard for you to stay put!?'
'I didn't ask too much of you... for GOD's SAKE!'
I shook, 'mom...' the only word I could get to roll out of my small lips were "mom"
'you got him killed'
'you killed him'
'I shouldn't have given birth to you'
'I regret it.' she looked at me and the look in her eyes, I was afraid to admit that it was hatred.
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I'm sorry!
My eyes shot open.
Gasping for air, I calmed myself down, but the guilt was still on my chest, knowing it was another dream from what looked like ancient time or another world entirely, I shook it off.
The same dream I'd been having repeatedly recently. The 6 year old boy in my dream seemed to be me but doesn't feel like me, but now that i'm 18, I can't recall any of my memories from my childhood, so I can't really say...
But, in reality, I'm not on good terms with my mum, so I cant help but feel uneasy everytime I have that dream.
I shook it off and stood up to prepare to go to school ...
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I got outside and my only best friend, Reis, who is too handsome to be called human because of his otherworldly looks, was just on time.
Reis was waiting for me, hands shoved in his pockets, like always.
He gave me a quick nod as I walked over, that familiar, easy smile on his face.
"You're late," he teased.
I shook my head. "I didn't sleep."
"Again?" He raised an eyebrow, but there was no judgment in his voice.
I just shrugged, trying to push the dream out of my head.
We walked together in silence for a while, the early morning air cool against my skin.
And for some reason, I couldn't help but feel like something was different. Like today wasn't going to be like any other day.