I screamed in terror. My mom came rushing in at the sound. "MOM! She's going to kill me!" I screamed as my mother cried and ran out of the room. I was terrified. Not of what I am, but of what I was going to become. I was a monster. My mom, being the horrible human being she is, threw the sunglasses and a beanie through the crack of my door, "Put it on! We're going out for a bit."

She left me alone for a few minutes untill she knocked on my door, "I need to speak with you." I went out to meet with her. "Honey, get in the car. We're going to your therapist." That made me mad. I mean, I didn't hate my therapist, but my mom hadn't even tried talking to me. Geez, what a lousy mom.

I put on the items she had given me minutes before and exited out the door. I met her by the car as she entered. I followed and we headed out. It was a short drive and we got to the office in no time. I was then sent in as they spoke with my mother. There was no doubt that she was telling them I was going insane and devolving into a demon.

I entered the room and met the therapists  eyes from beneath my glasses. I then, with no worlds from either of us, took off both of my concealing pieces I had the on previously. He yelped in fright followed by a hesitant jump. He did as I expected and kicked me out as I planed and I scared everyone on my way.

I got a scolding from my mother and left immediately. When we arrived back home, my mom grabbed my pile of my school uniform and took my arm. She lead me down to the basement. On the way dropping first a sock and next a shirt, my shorts followed untill only a small object remained in her hand now not visible in the darkness of the basement. She grabbed what looked to be a cloth and rapped in around my eyes. I barely hesitated knowing whatever she was going to do, I deserved. A clank of metal was followed by the snap of thin leather. I now had no dout that the one uniform plaice my mom did not drop was my belt.

The punishment was sharp quick cuts to the back. She whipped me harder and harder giving small whimpers, yells, or grunts. The leather cut my skin so cleanly. The punishment worthy of what I had become. I deserved this. The sting didn't cease untill my faded white shorts were almost covered in dark cherry red stains. It in some way felt right. The cold blood stains kissing my skin. I felt pure and free in a way. It was sick. Me liking torture. But what could you do if it was the only thing keeping you sane.

She fell to the ground after a long while, crying. I took a breath and blinded tried lowering my self. I tried putting a hand on her shoulder for comfort. She gave out a horrifying scream and I jumped back. I ran out and to my room. I tried rapping my back so it wouldn't stain my shirts. As I was failing at wrapping myself, my brother barged in.
"Long time, no see. Where've you been?" He was obviously hurt by what saw but didn't want to show his pain and only just grabbed my bandages.

"Sorry, I just got back from the underworld as you can see. I'm an honored guest there." I then winced as he pulled the bandage tighter. He gave a small smirk. "James? Why don't you cry when you see me, or scream when you first saw what I had become? Why are you so nice?"

He game a small pitiful smile and said, "Because your still my sister. Your still the same Blare that punched a bully six years older than you just to keel me safe. Now what kind of six grade stands up to her freshman brother. Your way older now, and you've changed. Not all in the best ways," he glanced at my horns and I smirked, "but your still my amazing friend who needs as much help as she can get."

He giggled as he finished rapping me up and we embraced. I felt happier than had ever felt before.