It's kind of a boring intro but I really hate my boss for forcing me to do one last project when I clearly resigned from his company. I couldn't clean this up properly cuz of that :<
Chapter 1:
[WP] The child should not have existed. Their existence violated every law of magic and science known to humanity, gods, and devils. Yet...the child still existed.
“You should never have been created” An exhausted Carlyle Burnhame muttered to herself as she settled down on her bedding. She heaved a heavy sigh while looking down at the swell of her stomach. She befell a tragedy a woman her age should not have. The babe in her stomach was growing. The father who so persistently courted her just a few months back was nowhere to be seen.
Her parents shunned her from their household once they knew of the affair. She was fortunate enough that her friend cared enough to allow her to stay with her and her family. It just seemed like heaven and hell collapsed as soon as it was made known that she was with a child.
A disgrace, she was called. A failure of a daughter. She was supposed to be wed to the richest man in their small town, but now.. A life of comfort seemed like an impossible dream for her.
A lone tear fell as she again reminisced on the events that brought her to sit alone in bed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be happy with her beloved noble yet after everything, he was nowhere to be seen. She waited and waited, hoping that one day, he would return. Yet she was in her last few months of gestation but still nothing.
She was losing hope but she still tried to put a smile on her lips when she was out in town with the friend that helped her out. She still forced a smile when they sold their flowers and vegetables out on the street.
She was brought out of her thoughts when a sharp pain seemed to pierce her lower abdomen. At first, she thought nothing of it, that was until the pain became. It made Carlyle scream at the top of her lungs, and in a matter of minutes, her friend, Jeane, came rushing to her side. One look, and she already knew what was going on.
No time was wasted, her family immediately called for the local midwife who seemed to take much longer than they all anticipated. The pain Carlyle was going through was becoming too overbearing. Had it not been for the frequency of the pain, she would have long fainted.
A few more moments and the midwife was still not there so she had to take matters into her own hands. When the urge to push came, that she did. After her struggles, the shrill cries of a babe filled the room. Jeane was panicked by what to do, yet she knew that the child at least needed to be swaddled in cloth. She took a peek at the child
“It’s a boy, Carlyle!” Jeane could only exclaim but Carlyle had already lost to exhaustion. She was already sound asleep. “Very well, you will see this child in the morning
The midwife handled the cleaning and the changing as soon as she arrived. The child was bathed and was placed in the bed Jeane’s family had given them.
When morning came, Carlyle tried to pay no heed to the crying child. She wanted to pretend that after nine months, nothing had happened since the swell was gone, but that proved an impossible task. Since the child was born, she wasn’t even given the freedom to go out either. Each time she would set foot outside the house, she was asked why she was even out or what about the child.
Yes, she was fed, she was tended to. Everything she could ever need, Jeane’s family provided to the best of their abilities. It came to the point that it was just overbearing. She started to hate everything, everyone, especially the child. Yet she had no choice but to feed him, care for him, else Jeane’s family would look down upon her. Oh how she wanted to run away, but where would she go.
The question remains: How would she ever escape the hell brought upon her? To make matters worse, she always felt as though there was something off about the child. It always seemed as though this child she named Blake, always had a different aura compared to everyone else. Or perhaps, it was just that she really thought badly of her own child.
Nonetheless, she continued to watch over the child for the sake of not being scolded, but she did nothing more. When Blake was old enough, she left him to his own devices whereas she tried to continue on with her life before her tragedy. She tried to find a way to be away from Blake as much as she could.
In turn, Blake basically grew up without a mother. He had one… but it didn’t feel like she was there. She would be there, only when she got irritated with him, when he would cry about the things he saw, when he was telling her about what was happening around their house.
“Stop being so strange!” Was what his mother would tell him as she ‘disciplined’ him at night, but he was certain that the things he saw were far from make-believe. By the age of 9, he was certain that they were after him.
Each time he set foot outside the house, strange stares would fall on him yet there was nobody there. It was always just a feeling yet it scared him. Each day that passed, the burning feeling seemed to grow more and more ominous. It made him more nervous to even set foot outside. He had no choice at times though. It was always the choice of being beaten by his mother or just accepting those strange feelings he would get.
