Ever since I was born , I always felt like I didn't belong in my own family . It wasn't something anyone said out loud ... But I could feel it. The way they looked at me .. The way they avoided me , sometimes I even believed that I was adopted.
As I grew older and started going to school,thing didn't get better . I had no friends , everyone stayed away from me ,they stared at me like I was something strange . Something wrong
Maybe it was because of the mark A large, dark birthmark covered half of my face.
It wasn't normal.
It never was.
People whispered things about me.
They said that the day I was born…
my father died.
And my house… burned to ashes.
Some believed it was just bad luck.
But others…
They said something far worse.
They said the mark on my face wasn't just a birthmark.
It was a curse.
A doorway.
A doorway for something… not human.
Something that was waiting.
Waiting to enter this world—
Through me.