Name: Evil Author: Crying Raven Genre: General Rating: G Summary: Can you really be born evil? E-mail: hogwartshalls@hotmail.com Homepage: http://www.oocities.org/hogwartshalls Ff.n page: Crying Raven

Evil

I'd give anything to be like you. To be normal, to have friends, not to be considered as dangerous no matter what I did. It's not my fault, I don't mean to make things behave in ways they shouldn't do. I didn't intend to have John thrown across the room yesterday, I just wanted him to leave me alone. I can hear what you say when you think I'm not around. I'm not stupid, I know you are scared of me. I know that you don't trust me, no one trusts me. If I could make these powers that I have go away, I would. If that would make me one of you, if you would just let me in on what you have. Even the adults look at me in that way. Am I really that horrible? That evil? How can I be so terrible? I'm just ten years old. I haven't even lived a third of the time the teachers have lived; I can't possibly have done so many things wrong during that short time. Can I? I know you say my mom was the same. You say she was evil too. You say that her sins were passed on to me, and that's why I can do the things I can do. You don't even care if I do it by accident or not, I get punished for it all the same. Sister Elisabeth says that I'm possessed. She says it to my face. Unlike the rest of you, you whisper about it when you think no one else can hear you. Guess what. I can hear you when I lay awake at night. I do that a lot, wishing that I was like you, or that I was somewhere else. Somewhere where I'd fit in. I just want to be like everybody else. She scares me when she say things like that. I still remember when she tried to beat the demons out of me. How could I ever forget that? I never knew I had demons possessing my body until she came here. I guess she's right though. Humans can't talk to snakes, can they? It's not natural to talk to them; it's not natural for them to answer you either. Sister Elisabeth saw me once. I never thought anyone could become so pale, or scream so loudly. My father won't come to take me away from here. I've known that for a long time now. I wish he would though. I wish he'd come here and see how my life is and take me home with him. Just away from here. He won't of course. He's married to someone who isn't a sinner, like my mom. Like they say she was. Like they say that I am. They say she was a witch, and that I'm the same. Well then I'm sorry, I'm sorry but I didn't mean to have these powers, I can't help that I have them either. There's nothing I can do to become like you. I just wish that someone would take me away from this place. Make me normal. Make me fit in somewhere. I need a place where I can just fit in.