By Ash Ortega                                                 

Serein, born in a very stable and rich humble home, grew up to everything they ever desired, spoiled and pampered. Their parents are wealthy, but their certain business has always been kept a secret from the young child, and as kids grow older curiosity kills the simple child’s mind. Little Serein always wondered why their parents were always absent, they never did realize the reason why they were so pampered with gifts was because their parents lacked physical affection and tried making up for it with expensive gifts a child would adore.

But as Serein grew, the gifts stopped working and they were old enough to realize that their parents filled their pockets up with money and gifts in place of their absence. Yet, with this realization of their parents, they did grow up happily with their chauffeur, Whelve.  Whelve took care of Serein their whole life, in order to keep them happy, despite their lack of physical parental affection. Serein grew up to be loved by everyone near them, in a posh private school their parents put them in, again as another well paid gift.

Serein wasn’t the best behaved kid in school, but got outstanding grades within their classes. Serein would often skip classes and hang out with the wrong groups of people, leading them to be in a lot of trouble that would be hard to get out of, but used their parent’s wealth to get out of any situation they got themselves into. Years pass like seconds and yet, Whelve is Serein’s closest parental figure. Serein is going into their high years of high school, and slowly forgetting their parents’ true faces.

Serein comes home proudly after winning a scholarship during a soccer game, immediately dropping their things after seeing the scene they came home to, a crime scene. The world went to a black façade around them and all they could see was the pale face of the woman who raised them from the minute they were born. The blood around her deep black hair shows the lifelessness in her face. The world slowly caved in on the. The blurred vision of their motherly figure turned into a deep red rage. The faces behind the scene soon became red as well, the ironic taste of blood filled their tongues as they came to realize their crime. “I love you, mom,” were the last words they spoke before going out, desiring more of the iron taste of the ones who weren’t her.