My storY Part 3

My mum, Juliet, told me, when i was still young, that dad died in a car crash. I didn't believe that because whenever i mention dad, she would get lost in her thoughts and totally ignore me. I'd heard her talking in her room at night when she thought that i was asleep. There would always be other voices, voices that were so different from us. However, i'd never mention of dad anymore since the night i had a glimspe of him.

It was 1993. I was going to drift off to my dreamland when I heard voices from Juliet's room. She was crying her heart out so i thought i ought to go over to comfort her. I reached for the doorknob and opened the door silently. From the small opening, i saw a person. Probably the most beautiful person i've ever seen. He's tall and white. Really white like he's suffering from serious albino problem. He had dark circles that might be permantly painted on his beautiful face. He spoke in a very velvet voice, telling my mum something about me. Juliet was really upset. I'd never seen her cry like that before. I withdrew my breath and gasped silently. Many questions popped out in my mind. Without knowing what happened, that person suddenly froze and his head whipped into the direction where i was standing. He looked into my eyes, his red eyes piercing into mine and it freaked me out but i realised that there were pain in them. I stood back and then without any notice, he disappeared into thin air. I ran into the room, only to find Juliet standing up looking at me with hatred. I know that was dad, i just knew it.

I didn't speak of him anymore. I saw many similiarities between us. The same red eyes, the whiteness, though i'm not as white as him. I didn't mention the red eyes, did i? Mine's a darker shade of red; it's almost black. Maybe that's the reason i freak people out under sunlight. I used to think that maybe i'm different from other people, like i'm some sort of monster.


To be continued...