17 years in the past.

The small town mother lived in a small one roomed apartment. She gave birth to an angel like no other. Small baby Lucy crawled her first steps through the small living space. Trying her very best to get to her mother.
Her mother had short shoulder length hair that spiraled into barrel loops. Her eyes a dark brown. As for her daughter. The small girl had baby hair of course. But the hair reached  just above her small shoulders. But the hair was as white as snow. But to her mother's distress. Her eyes were a dark shade of silver. To most they would say she was an angel. But to her mother. She always believed something was...off about her new born.

     She was smarter faster and darker. The child destroyed many of the mother belongings. Even before she learned to walk. She learned grab and destroy. Just for the fun of it. You may say all baby's are like this but not this child. This child had a purpose. This child the mother believed it may be a spawn of saten. But no one believed the old hag of a mother. 

The child disliked children's toys. She preferred a small porcilen doll. The small doll. Looked just like Lucy. She loved it to pieces. Even as a small one year old this doll was like a savior. Most children use a blanket as a savior. But not this one.

The mother almost despised the child. But she still couldn't help but have her motherly instincts to protect and love her new born. Even though she though she was commuting a sin. She gave it food and water and made sure it was heathy but rarely gave it any love.  To Lucy this did not trouble her. She dislikes to much attention. But her mother could not miss her baby's first steps.

"Come here akira, come here!" Her mother called. Sure akira wasn't her real name. It was nickname her mother gave her. For the mother loved the name but just didn't give the child it as a name. Little Lucy adores being called akira for she does not know entirely. All she knows is when mom calls akira she either means food or love. Either way its a plus.

Little Lucy hobbled her way torwds her mother's small crippled hands. The mother is slowly losing her will to live. And has almost given up. She has not eaten in three days. And it's slowly killing her from the inside. Lucy doesn't know her father, and frankly neither does her mother.

Her father was thought to be a jail Berg stuck in the courts. The other one was thought to be the millionaire who raped women. Sadly he mother was a victim to both of these men. She didn't wish to cause trouble with the courts and left the men alone and told neither of baby Lucy. The doctors told her mother Lucy was a half albino.  But thanks to her not knowing the father they did not know the albino father? If that was even possible. The mother had tested to see if she had the genes for albino. But she didn't. Not even a single strand. The mother confused yet not curious enough to care.
The child was born no stopping that.

    Many have said she should have sent the child to adoption. The mother considered this thoroughly.  But just couldn't. But in the end she should have. The child just wasn't right. Not.....one.......bit........