(Ely POV)
Do you know what is the best feeling out there?
It is the feeling of getting stronger. I always relished in this feeling. The feeling when you achieve a difficult task. The feeling when you defeat the strong last boss, the feeling of winning.
All my life i wanted to win.
But there was a big obstacle i never got to cross.
My step mother.
After my biological mothers death she came to our house. Taking along my stepsister. At first i didn't give much mind to her. But then she started getting in my way.
She would constantly give me tasks to deter me from my studies.
Why?
Well it is so that her own daughter gets better marks than me.
I did tell father. But it was ignored.
Day's went by where i would be constantly given tasks such as cooking cleaning and other house hold chores. If i denied to do it i would be labeled as rebellious and if i do it, i cant study, giving me bad marks.
My relationship with my family got worse and worse.
And then came that day, i was arguing with my mother. When the argument became a little to violent. I don't know why but i suddenly pushed her. And she fell, from the balcony, it was the eighteenth floor.
There was no way she can make it. As i was standing dazed at what i just did.
"Mom, i can find my sweaters...." The call from my sister broke my daze. She was standing by the balcony door oblivious to what happened.
I didn't dare to stand there and ran. It was too shocking. I just killed someone.
I ran down and from the back gate i ran away in to the streets. From there i don't know where i ran off to but when i came to my senses i realized i was standing in front of a crosswalk when a idea came to my mind.
I stepped forward, in the red light.
Let's just end it all...
Now that i think about it, i didn't do anything wrong, My mother deserved to die. Everyone deserved to die. The mother who hit me, the sister who used me to do her homework's, and the father who ignored all of it. All of them...
deserves to die. Everyone in this world deserves to die.....
"Ely, cut it more gently." Suddenly a sweet voice took me to the present. Sia cutting the pelt of a beast was giving me instructions on how not to cut your hand.
In this gentle moon light Sia sitting on the snow carefully peeling the pelt. Her long white hair getting in her way. She is obviously not used to long hair. I don't know why but i felt like she looked too beautiful.
Maybe everyone in this world doesn't deserve to die. Maybe I can make an exception for Sia. She is the only one who treats me like a family, an actual family.
I made up my mind as i patted her and enjoyed her sweet sweet rebellion.