Since childhood, we're taught to see the world in black and white — heroes and villains, good and evil.
But what if that was never true? What if the only difference... is who tells the story?
This is the story of someone the world called a monster — a monster they helped create.
In the end, no one is entirely right or wrong.
Because these are only individual opinions, not facts...
Knock knock.
— Aivy! You okay there? — a voice called from behind the door.
Aivana sat on the toilet, staring at the pregnancy test in her hands. Her face was a mix of worry... and a strange kind of joy.
— Yeah, I'm okay, Mom! — she called back, quickly wiping away the tears that had started to form. I was just on my phone, sorry!
She stood in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She quickly slipped it into her pocket, stood, and made her way toward the door.
— Are you going somewhere? — her mother asked her suspiciously.
— Eee, yeah. I'm going to Molly's. We were supposed to study for Monday's test.
— Oh, okay. Have fun. Will you be back before dinner?
— Yeah, I think so.
— Okay. Bye-bye!
Ten hours later.
Drrr drrr — the phone rang.
— Hello? — a tired voice answered.
— Hi, Molly. Is Aivy still with you? She said she'd be back before dinner, but it's getting late... I'm starting to worry.
— Oh... but Aivy and I never met today.
— What? Weren't you supposed to study for the Monday exam?
— No... the exam was canceled.
— What do you mean? Then where is she?!
— I have no idea. She didn't tell me anything. I'll try to find out. For now, just wait at home, and I'll see if I can track her down. I'll call you if I find her.
— Okay... thank you so much, Molly. Bye.
Meanwhile — Aivy
She had decided she had to tell Louise about the baby. They had only known each other for a month, but in that short time, she was already deeply in love with him. Even though she was just sixteen, she knew she wanted to keep the child.
The taxi ride felt long, her mind drifting back to the day they first met.
It had been a scorching afternoon after school. Aivy stopped by a shop to buy an ice cream. As she stepped outside, strange noises caught her attention from behind the store. Curious, she moved toward the sound.
There, she saw a boy being beaten by another guy.
Without thinking, she grabbed a nearby piece of wood and pointed it at the attacker.
— What are you doing to my brother?! — she shouted.
The attacker paused, confused, and then turned toward her.
— You think you can stop me with that? — he mocked, pointing at the stick.
Aivy, trembling with fear but standing bravely.
— You think I can't? - she said with a villain smile.
He replied with laugh.
— Oh, so scary, haha...
But Aivy quickly threw the stick behind him. He instinctively turned his head. In that split second, she pulled a knife from her pocket and stabbed him swiftly. He shouted in pain, shoving her away in shock.
Aivy fell but didn't hesitate. She grabbed a flowerpot nearby and smashed it into his head, disorienting him further. She grabbed the beaten boy's hand, pulling him with her as they ran, not looking back until they were far away.
Out of breath, they collapsed on the ground, their bodies aching but laughter escaping from their lips.
— That was crazy! — the boy gasped. I thought I was gonna die there!
They laughed with exhaustion and pain, and the strange bond was created.
Aivy shook her head, trying to push the memory away. Louise, the boy she had met that day, was still in her heart. He was unpredictable, mysterious, and she didn't know much about him — but she knew one thing for sure: she loved him.
She thought about the baby she carried. The baby was his. She wanted to keep it. She wanted a future with him.
The taxi stopped in front of Louise's house. Aivy's heart raced. She felt nervous, but also excited. She paid the driver and stepped out, feeling the weight of the moment. She was ready. She was going to tell him everything.
She stood in front of the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She was about to tell Louise about the baby. She took a deep breath, knocked, and waited. A moment later, the door opened, and Louise stood there, his dark eyes studying her carefully.
— Hey — Aivy said, trying to keep her voice steady.
— Can we talk?
Louise stepped back to let her in.
— Of course, he said, his voice calm, almost too calm. What's on your mind?
Aivy walked inside, feeling the weight of what she was about to say. She had to tell him about the baby. She had to tell him that she wanted this — wanted them.
— I... I have something to tell you, she started, her voice shaky. — I found out I'm pregnant.
For a moment, Louise said nothing. He just stared at her, his face unreadable.
— You're pregnant? — he asked softly, almost like he was testing the words. — you're sure?
Aivy nodded.
— Yes. I know it's a lot, but... I want to keep it. I want to have this baby with you. She looked at him, searching his face for any sign of emotion. I know we've only known each other for a short time, but I'm ready. I want to be with you, Louise. I want to build a future with you.
There was a long silence. Aivy's heart beat faster, her breath quickening as she waited for him to speak.
Finally, Louise spoke, his voice surprisingly soft.
— You want this?
— Yes... — she replied. — I know it's not easy. But I believe in us. —
Louise stepped closer to her, pulling her tight.
— I admire your courage — he whispered. — Let's do it then. If you want a future with me, then let's leave everything behind and run away together. —
Aivy pulled back, confused.
— Leave everything behind? — she repeated, unsure of what he meant.
His smiled, but not in warm way something felt off. It was something darker.
— Come with me — he said, his voice low. — We can disappear. We can be free. The world doesn't matter anymore. Just us. Just you and me and this baby. —
Aivy's eyes widened.
— What... do you really mean it?
— Of course I do. Come with me. - he said while reaching his hand to words her.
Without a second thought, Aivy took his hand, stepping closer to him, making it a symbol of agreement.
Nine months later
Aivy's life had changed so much in these past months. Louise had kept his word — they had run away together, leaving behind everything she had ever known. They lived in a small, quiet town, far from anyone who could recognize them. Now, she lay on the bed with her baby resting on her chest. She was happy. She had a family, a new life, and the love of her life beside her.
Louise moved closer to her, his voice soft and low.
— You did well. You helped me create my new piece of art, he said, smiling as he patted her head gently.
Aivy's expression was filled with happiness and a bit of confusion flashing in her eyes, but she pushed it aside, focusing instead on the joy of the moment.
Louise handed the baby to one of the maids, who had helped during the birth. Then he leaned in closer to Aivy, his fingers gently touching her cheek. He moved his face to her ear, whispering softly.
— You can rest now.
Before Aivy could even understand what was happening, he pulled out a knife.
The sharp edge of the blade sliced across her throat, killing her instantly. He wiped the blood off gently with a white napkin, and then letting it fall to the floor. With a smile, he picked the baby up again and walked out of the room. The two maids quickly covered Aivy's body with a white sheet, their faces as emotionless as the walls surrounding them.