The blaring sound of an alarm clock woke me up that unforgettable morning. My pale eyes slowly opened taking in the bright light streaming through the window. The clock read 5:30am. I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom stripping my clothes as I went. Summer was not my season, the sun always found a way to burn my fair skin. I turned the shower on cold and let the droplets fall like rain on my tired body. After cleansing myself I felt better, lighter almost. Stepping out of the fogged glass I studied my reflection in the nearby mirror. Long unruly dark hair fell low by my hips and mascara had run down my cheeks.

I was different from the others in my family, everyone else had blonde hair brown eyes and sun kissed skin, I knew better than to question my mother about it. I never talked much to my only sister, I felt I was too different for us to get along. Me being different is what led me to that party, which leaves me where I am now, dressed and standing in front of a church, for the first time, waiting to enter. I walked those five steps not even knowing that five steps can make a difference.

I was shoved forward first in front of my family. An elderly woman standing before me had wide eyes at the sight of me and trembled, mumbling what seemed to be prayers. She scolded me for things a had no knowledge of and i found myself physically unable to enter the church.

The woman finally spoke to me and I will never forget those words. "Your family is not your own and you do not deserve their love. You will live on as they die and will forever be alone. You are a disgrace to all humans, for you are nothing but. You are a monster child. You deserve not even the name you hold. I demand your departure." the woman said. I looked the old woman and the eyes and didn't doubt her words one bit. From that day on my life was lived as exactly how it was put, as a monster.