Creature of the night

My Baba used to call me the 'creature of the night'- the one who saw through the darkness.

Oh, how true his words were, even until my last breath the world swore on my darkness. Perhaps it was my darkness that consumed my beloved Baba, my uncle, who loved me far more than my own blood mother.

Although maybe it was for the best, I won't wish him to go through the fate that I lived through, forgotten by the family, deceived by the friends and killed by my love.

***********************
My story is a part of writing prompt contest #104

So, if you enjoyed it, and want to support me, then you can do so through power stones.

~Thank you!