[Vincent's POV]
I sat down in the classroom at my desk. I looked around the room to see all the other kids in uniforms facing the front of the school. The classroom had plain vanilla-colored walls that looked old and had no style. They made desks of wood that looked like they would break if you put too much pressure on them. I disliked how sad this room made me feel. Suddenly a boy, much taller than I, came over. "Why are your eyes so red?" he asked. This was the new boy at our school, and he gave me a bad feeling. I shrugged. "I-I don't know... I-i was born like this.." I said while fixing my golden glasses since they kept tilting. The boy took my glasses and held them up to his face. I glanced over at the now blurry boy. "G-give them back, please," I tried to say, but I was too quiet.
The blurry boy leaned down toward my face, making me jump and back away. I ended up falling out of my chair and onto the ground. I stood until a girl came along and placed her foot on my stomach. "Wow, you look like a demon. No normal person has white hair," she commented. Another girl came along. "You're right. I wonder if it's all fake," she bent down and pulled on my hair. I yelped and then stuttered, "P-please stop..." I still couldn't get up with the pressure of the girl's foot on me. "Woah, it's genuine," she said in shock. Another boy came along and bent down. "I bet he is wearing something on his eyes to make his eyes red. No one can have real red eyes," he stated. I was so scared; everyone around me was blurry and hard to see without my glasses. I didn't know what they were doing or their facial expressions.
Then I felt someone hold my eyelids open, and I panicked. "Don't worry, we just want to see if your eyes are fake." a voice said. I could hear the evil laughs of the other children as one inched his finger toward my eye. I wasn't able to blink or close them. Then, out of panic, I screamed, but someone covered my mouth. I could feel my eye burning as I touched it gently. Their finger is in my eye, unable to move, blink, or scream. I couldn't do anything, and the pain kept going. I felt like they would pull my eye out until the teacher came in yelling at the children.
They all quickly left me alone and threw my glasses at my stomach. I was shaking and crying as I covered my burning eye from their touch. Then, finally, the teacher came over and moved my hand to look at my watch, but it had healed so quickly and fast that it looked like nothing had happened.
After school, I walked home feeling upset... No one wanted to be my friend, and the other kids kept calling me a monster throughout the day. Was I a monster...? I started crying to myself all the way home. My mother waited outside the door for me every day. I saw her and ran to her quickly, hugging her tightly. "Mommy!" I cried and buried my face into her neck. She smelled so lovely like she always does. I loved it when she gave me tight hugs. She rubbed my back softly. "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Did it happy again?"
My mother already knew about the bullying but told me to ignore it. But it was hard. I am sensitive when people yell at me. I nodded and rubbed my eyes. "Y-yes... I tried to do what you said, mommy, but it was hard... They wouldn't leave me alone... T-they pulled my hair a-a-and" I could barely finish my sentence without choking on every word.
"Shhh," she said in her sweet voice, "Calm down... why don't you say hi to your father while I go to the school to get everything settled.
I sniffed and nodded in agreement. I made my way up the stairs and to my father's office. I knocked on the door and heard a deep yet calm voice from the other side. "Come in."
I walked into the room and smiled at the man, running towards him. "Father!" I jumped onto his lap. He held me close with a smile. "There's my amazingly talented son. How was school?" he asked. I laid my head down on his shoulder "Terrible father... They pulled my hair, called me names, took my glasses, and tried to pull my eye out... Please don't make me go back to school, father.." I begged him. He took and deep breath and looked at me. "Your mother and I already agreed that if you come home crying again, we will homeschool you ourselves," he smiled. A huge grin crossed my face, and I hugged my father tightly. I loved my parents so much; they mean the world to me. Most children go against their parents, but I could never do such a thing. My father placed his hand on my cheek softly. "Dear son, one day, you will take control of this mansion and take care of us once we are old. I want you to grow up, get a wife, and have a baby in this mansion. I want you to keep this place and everything it holds, okay?" he asked. I nodded. "Of course, father. I promise to keep this mansion the way it is and live in it until I depart from life," I promised.
My father smiled and hugged me once more. "I'm so happy to hear you say that. Here, I have a gift for you. Open your hands," he told me. I held out my hands, which were much smaller than my father's. He placed a necklace in my hands. "I made it the best I could. It has a hand-painted picture of your mother and me with you if you open it. It even has all three of our birthstones," he explained. My eyes lit up in join, and I held it close. "I promise to take excellent care of it," I replied quickly. He chuckled and pinched my nose. "Oh, my little ruby, I know you will" I couldn't help but laugh when my nose was pinched. Then, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," my father said. A doctor was holding his bag of supplies with him. I quickly squeezed my father tightly and looked at him in a panic. "No again, father. Please, I'm fine. I'm not sick, I swear!" I begged him. I wouldn't say I liked shots; I hated check-ups, I hated the pills, I hated it all. My father held me close. "Please, son.. we are just trying to help you. Don't you want to look normal like the other children?" he asked. I suddenly felt a sting in my heart. "But... D-don't you like me the way I am..?" I asked, but he went quiet. He didn't reply to my question.
Did my father think I was ugly? Do I look like a monster to him too..? I felt my sleeves roll up, and my father held me closer, but I was wiggling the entire time. "Calm down," he said in my ear, but I couldn't. The doctor came closer with the needle and stuck it into my arm, causing me to scream in complete pain, "s-stop! p-please!" I cried out. Soon, he pulled the needle out, and I felt weak. He opened a bottle of pills and placed one in my mouth, but I spit it out. "Vincent Clarisse Von Gillérion! Swallow the cure now!" he shouted, and it made me jump and tremble. The doctor put another pill in my mouth, and I swallowed it just like I was told to. My father turned me back to face him, and he pressed his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry... I want you to be better. I want you to live long," he explained. I couldn't get mad at him now; he was only trying to make me get rid of this sickness. I placed my hands on his cheek and kept my forehead against his. He is the best loving father anyone could ask for. I love him and my mother so dearly.
Some time passed, and I was about to turn eight years old. I woke up excited to celebrate my 8th birthday. I got up out of my bed and went to my closet to pick out my birthday outfit. I love picking out birthday clothes; they are always brightly colored and wonderful. I went to the bathroom, took a nice bath in the tub, and placed it with my toy duck "Hello, Mr. Quack. Today is my birthday; I will turn eight years old!" I told my duck. I squeezed the duck, and he quacked, which made me let out a small laugh. "Yes, sir! I am thrilled and excited. Will you be joining my party? Mother said I could invite whoever I wanted to my party" I squeezed the duck again, and he quacked, "Oh! Wonderful! I'll prepare some fish for you at the party. Don't be late," I told him as I squeezed him again.
I soon got out of my bath and tried off with a towel. I got dressed and did my hair. I walked back into my room to put on my socks and shoes. I headed towards my bedroom door before I stopped. "Oh! Mr. Quack! I almost forgot about you!" I yelled as I ran to my bathroom and grabbed the suck. I walked out of my room to almost bumped into a maid. The maid stares at me in fear and starts trembling before running off screaming. I was startled and confused. Why would she run away... oh... I forgot I had red eyes and white hair.. she must be new and think I'm a monster... I walked down the stairs feeling more unhappy. I took a deep breath and smiled before I opened the dining room door.
Father always told me to smile on my face on my special day. As soon as I opened the door, I froze and dropped my duck. My smile turned into a frown of terror. Blood was all I could see, dead five dead bodies lying on the dining room table. Blood dripped off of the table and onto the floor. Some bodies had a missing arm or leg. Three had missing heads, and the other two looked dried up and pale. My arms fell to my sides as the two bodies I saw with missing arms and legs were my parents. I fell onto my knees and kept staring at the two bodies that were once my parents.