Shayde's Story

Shayde 8
Rumours

"I don't want to talk about it." I said as Quince continued to press on about my life.
"I just want to help." Quince replied. I knew he wanted to help and at this rate I would probably end up telling him. I've known him since the first day he got here. I had already been here for three years. A year before Quince came I had gotten to know Ryder. He was a year older than me but treated me as his equal.
"Fine, you wanna know about my life. Ya, I killed my parents. Happy?" I said, trying very hard to keep my cool.
"I don't believe you." Quince said the shock showing clearly on his face.
"No, its true. And my power is that when I get angry I kill people." I shot back. I really didn't want to talk about it.
"Be serious Shayde. I just want to know. I can help, really." This was typical of Quince. Always trying to help. The sad thing was, I was telling the truth, I was just saying it a little more harshly.
"I am serious. When I was thirteen I got into a big fight with my parents. They were thinking of sending my little sister away to a boarding school. She didn't want to go and so I was fighting for her. I got really angry." Why was I saying this? Why now? I couldn't even tell the whole story to Danvers, who took care of me for five years.
"You got angry… and?" Quince said, trying to get me to continue.
"I got angry and something took over. I couldn't stop the anger that was coming over me. I began to shake and then all of a sudden my parents collapsed. My sister ran over to them and screamed. Then she turned on me. She said I killed them. I could see the fear in her eyes. That just got me even angrier. She was telling me things. Saying my eyes were black and that I looked scary. She kept telling me to stop, that it hurt. But I couldn't. She was crying. Then she stopped. Stopped talking, screaming and crying. I killed her. Did you hear me! I fucking killed her. Killed my eight year old sister." I was shaking then. I didn't want to tell him anymore. I didn't want to see the scared expression I knew he would have. But when I looked over at Quince he was sitting quietly on his bed. We both were quiet for a while.
I guess I should continue what I started. "When I had finally calmed down I picked up the phone and called the police, even though I knew it was too late to save them. They all said it wasn't my fault. They said that I didn't know it was going to happen. But I did know. I knew something weird was going on with me and I didn't say anything until it was too late. After the funeral everyone said how sorry they were. But what were they sorry about? Sorry I had gotten angry, sorry that I hadn't gotten help, sorry that my parents and sister's lives had to end that way? No one ever said it was my fault. They never called it a murder, always an accident. For a little while I believed them. I was thirteen and didn't know any better. I accept it now. I killed my family, just like that idiot said. So no Quince, you can't help me, not unless you can bring my family back. Not unless you can make me not a killer." And that was it. I had told him my story. I laid down on my bed and wished for the day to end.
"I'm not going to say I understand. I don't know what it feels like and I'm not going to try to imagine. And no, I can't bring your family back and I'm sorry I can't but neither can you. Zink's an ass hole for saying what he did and I'm sorry for that too. Nothing is going to make it any easier for you and I guess you'll soon have to accept what you did and move on." Quince said.
"Thanks." I said and got up off my bed. "We're late. Let's go before Danvers gets pissed at us again."
"Ya, ok man. You know how much I love Shifters 101." Quince threw me one of his classic smiles and we left.

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