Demon Marked

Ungrateful.

Unwanted.

Pitiful.

Useless.

Weak.

Those are the words the sacudís swine that's known as my aunt uses to describe me. She makes it her daily mission to remind me that I am nothing more then the unwanted, ungrateful freeloader.

I’d like to know one day why the hell she insists on calling me a free loader when I know for a fact that my mom left me a good chunk of change when she died.

The amount I’m unsure of only because I haven’t had the pleasure of hearing them talk about it.

Today for some reason unknown to me, myself and little’ol I, I'm being shown just a bit more 'love' if you will, from the usual 'hate' the dear auntie shows me.

"You fucking little cunt, I should've let you fucking die, then I wouldn't have to fucking look atchya" ahh yes there it is her attempt to show a sliver of pity, let's go back a little and I'll explain.

Queue in the harp strumming you’d normally hear in some split scene where the main character day dreams about something in the past.

Okay so my name is Demitria Donatella Russo DeLeone, current age 17 soon to be 18, not that it really matters giving my current place of residence.

I was sent to live with my aunt Janine and my uncle Santino when I was 5 after my mom was killed in a car accident, she dies on impact.

Or so I was told, but for some reason I don’t buy it.

My dad, I have know idea who he or where he is, but from what Ive heard my uncle said something about my dad coming to get me or like I said he said something about something, you see I kinda tend to tune him out.

He’s one of those small dicked men (thankfully I haven’t actually seen it, it’s just an assumption), with an ugly comb over and a pot belly.

So I guess you could say I'll be having a good ol family reunion, queue the eye roll with a note of sarcasm.

"Fucking little slut I don't know why the hell he still wants you" my aunt screeches then gives me one last kick to the side before santering off to do what ever snakes do.

It has something to do with eating babies or some shit if I remember correctly. But so t take my words to the bank on that one, I could be confusing it with witches.

Like I said surprisingly today wasn't so bad, well so far but hey the days still young.

Hey what can I say I'm a very optimistic person with a dazzling personality.

I've been told many times that my mouth is going to get me killed because I have no filter but I personally think that my mouth is a blessing.

And blessing that one day I’ll run the fucking world with, if I ever get out of this hell.

Some of you must be wondering why or how I can make jokes at a time like this when I might possibly have a cracked rib or two and a small cut above my left eye and well the answers simple really my mom always used to say "Demi no matter what happens in life take it and use it to push you, don't ever let someone break you, show them what they want to see, deception is a very powerful tool that over time you'll learn to use it to your advantage"

Smart woman my mom she was a hard worker who always had a smile on her face and never let anyone see her fall.