3—Mourning Heart

As the tip of the dagger drove deeper into my skin, I heard the crackling noise as I cut my wrist vertically. I felt a stinging sharp pain in the wound. But this pain is nothing compared to my aching shattered heart. I want to feel numb from this heartache, I want to forget Alpas, I want to forget I ever loved him. I watched the deep red blood begin to make its way down my arms.

Silvers, in fact, are lethal to both werewolves and vampires. Even to me, who was feared and despised by many, because I was classified as a dangerous species after my real origin was revealed— this must be really fatal as a werepire since I am born to two silver-sensitive beings. But to my dismay, the cut, on the other hand, healed completely in a matter of minutes. Am I even capable of dying?

Why did I have to be born to a vampire and a werewolf? Even death is nearly impossible. I can recover, heal, and regenerate from any injury far faster and more effectively than any ordinary werewolf or vampire, thanks to the combined healing skills of vampires and werewolves. Do I have to live this agonizing life? Can’t I have a say in what I want to happen in my life? Fate is really unfair and cruel. What did I ever do to deserve this?

"Why?! Why can't you just let me die? Aren't I a being born from a forbidden relationship?" I screamed at the moon, hitting my chest. "It hurts, it hurts so much here." I cried pointing to my heart, my voice almost hoarse. "Why can't you just let me leave this damn world? You won't let me die, so tell me. Where should I go when I can't find a place with peace?" 

I covered my face as I threw the dagger to the ground. Crying myself out, and wishing that somehow, along with the tears, all of these emotions would also leave me. I sat on the ground with my head on my knees and my back against the tree. I have no idea how many hours have passed but I could already feel my eyes swelling.

I gazed up at the dark sky. “Tell me, Mom... Will I see you again if I die? This life is really meaningless. I wish you were here, I miss you.”

It feels like my soul is being weighed down by an invisible chain, it was as though a vacuum is sucking my heart dry, I was absolutely numb and drained. I stood up and tucked the dagger into my pocket. Having no one to confide in this unjust world is tormenting, the only comfort I can think of is sleep, the only time you don’t feel or do anything. You’re just asleep. I closed my eyes and decided to sleep off the agony I was feeling, praying to just not wake up.

But much to my disappointment, the heat from the sun stung me awake from my slumber. I took a quick glance at my wrist and saw the scar on it. I guess silver does have a few effects on me, somehow. I checked my phone in my pocket and was welcomed by multiple articles about the wedding of Serena and Alpas last night. I clicked on one of the articles which has an edited picture of me with horns on my head and read the title.

Algard's love triangle of the century has been concluded!

The devil— Renee Crimson, stepdaughter of Farsak was said to be a vulgar person who made Lady Serena suffer. She was the main obstacle to the developing romance between the Miraculous Mage Serena, and Young Captain Alpas. Serena and Alpas came from a family with rich history and power. They were the ideal couple of Algard and the perfect match, however, with the appearance of the evil hybrid, a couple of the century has been sailing rough. The Miraculous Mage was too kind to follow her heart. The public had been closely watching how this love triangle for years and finally, it has reached its conclusion—

I combed my hair in frustration and skipped reading the article and proceeded with the comments, secretly hoping that someone out there would give sympathy with my aching heart. This article is nothing but a complete bullsh*t. They seem to have used my pain as entertainment and they truly find joy in my pain. How cruel. Yet, I refuse to accept that everyone is as evil as them. I eagerly scanned through the comments. My heart sank as I read the comments... no one— not even one— is on my side.

“Isn't she that ‘My mother is a cop’ girl? OMG, turns out she was just like her mother.”

“I remember her from the news article before! Her mother killed two innocent mortals! She should’ve died along with her mother, she just made herself a foolish villain.”

“Many people will rejoice when you commit suic!de, and no one will ever grieve at your funeral since you will burn in hell.”

“Golddigger! Do you really think you can go in between the power couple forever?”

“Is your mom still a cop? You should’ve died ten years ago instead of being such a sore loser in the love story of Miraculous Mage and Young Captain”

“Please, your hate comments will kill her, so, please be a better basher.”

Am I actually the bad guy here? My entire life, they depicted me as the devil in human form. However, what they are doing and saying puts the devil to shame. I continued scrolling when I froze when I stumbled on a familiar face. My hands trembled as I saw the pictures of Mom spreading like a wildfire in the comments along with the hate and below-the-belt comments of the netizens wanting me to die. It’s happening again... they... they did this to me before too. I screamed in agony as flashes of terrifying memories from when I was eleven surged into my mind—