My name is Banshee. I never got a chance to ask my parents, why am I different from others? Why do I scare people even if I don't? Too bad that they passed away when I was eleven.
The last words I remember spoken by them were "Don't do this, you little varmint!!" Then a quick flashing moment of a knife and complete blackness.
I do believe that my life is too dark and dull and I think after noticing that, my parents chose the name Banshee which means "screaming spirits"
I live in an old gloomy bungalow in which, I was forcefully kicked and locked inside. I don't know what's happening with me. Why do I even exist if I have to live a terrifying life like this? People say I need a mental checkup and some say that I am not a human. I totally believe that my whole life till now is only a nightmare.
Many horrible things happen to me at night. I get terror struck and I hear some footsteps coming upstairs. I remain frozen in my bed for five-ten minutes. I focus my eyes on the door, knowing that someone will kick it open and come here to kill me. Then the door makes some unusual noises which makes me scared. When I look around, no one is there.
I try to get up from the bed but some kind of force pushes me down. I struggle with that heavy force and finally manage to get onto my feet. A sudden pull makes me feets away from the bed.
I don't have any control over my body when someone drags me to the door and I start throbbing my hea to the door. Blood spilling over. "DON'T DO THIS" "DON'T DO THIS" "YOU LITTLE VARMINT!" These words start echoing in my head.
Getting louder and louder which throws me down to the ground. "Noooooo!" I scream covering my bleeding ears.
Some sharp object touches my shoulder. I turn to notice thousands of teddy bears covering the room. They were looking too creepy in the dark. Their bright brown eyes turned purplish and their fur was covered in patches of blood. Strange, that they all were of navy blue colour. I backed away trying not to faint when I saw something which was extremely fearsome.
A totally unpleasant creepy smile appeared just below their black button nose. One by one, every teddy was smiling. "Aghhhh!" I screamed in terror. "Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah." The teddies tried to copy me but that was sounding a really sharp, high pitched, frightening voice. The spooky smile was still there.
My heart stopped when I noticed blood drops falling from the old ceiling directly on my thighs and trembling hands. I sat there, frozen. Knowing that the death will reach out for me too soon.
Soon a paper dropped into my hands. I immediately opened it. Some letters were scribbled in blood...
𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚!!
I yelled again throwing the paper away. But it was stuck in my hands now, impossible to de-attach it. The teddies were coming closer and closer "Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah." They were singing in the same tone. "HELPP!" I screamed and it was just the moment when I drifted into the darkness.
This was the same nightmare I got today. It makes me feel dead.
But thankfully there's a young man who opens the lock and takes me to a small walk for ten minutes everyday. There's only one human being on this earth who doesn't care about how do I look or what is my name, he trusts me and so do I.
Knock. Knock. I rushed downstairs to open the door. It was my Benett. He was looking quite anxious. "What's wrong, Bennett?" I asked. He opened his mouth and closed it again. "Speak up. What's wrong?"
"W-w-well..." He hesitated. "S-s-sorry but..." I waited for him to finish his sentence but before I could ask him again, he was gone. Literally gone.
I ran out of my bungalow to find him. I didn't care about what people said, but I couldn't bear to lose Bennett. After a lot of running, my legs were hurting too much. So I took a pause and allowed myself to breathe.
"Can I get a bottle of water, please?" I asked the terrified shopkeeper. He placed a bottle on the counter and ran away without taking any money from me. "Wait!" I just kept some money on the counter for atleast my own satisfaction.
As I took a sip, I overheard two somewhat familiar people having a conversation. Oh. It was about me.
"Banshee. Don't you miss her? I mean she's your daughter right?"
"Nope. Its been a long time. She well killed herself that day. She was not normal... And could w-"
Before he could say anything else, I immediately ran towards them and clenched the cruel man's throat in my hands. "How dare you talk about me like this!!" I said sharply.
They were absolutely speechless and stunned. I tightened my hold and twisted his neck with all of my force. The cruel man dropped to the ground, dead. While I examined my bloody hands, a smug smile appeared on my face and nearby people dragged me to my house and of course, locked me in there.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅
