A story of my own

Story by moudoka

This exert of a story I am writing, is something I wanted to post here, to see how people felt about it. I'm sorry, but it does not contain sex, or futa/new-half content. It does, however, contain the struggle of one girl, realizing her normal world has been shattered. I welcome any and all critique of this work.

I was born on September 22, 2090, to a John and Emily McElwood, in St. Louis. My father worked for the local power company, and my mother was an accountant. We lived in an upscale neighborhood, had a good life to speak of. I was an only child in my family, by choice of my parents. As I aged, I began to notice things, stuff that didn't seem normal. My father would often speak of Hybrids, and recent sightings of them. He was pretty steadfast in his belief that the Hybrids were a bane to our society. My mother had no opinion either way, she just hoped they didn't come around our area.

When I turned 10, I started to feel very different. My heart rate would speed up around certain people, not for an emotional state, but rather their scent. I began hearing things, seeing things I know I shouldn't have. With no one to talk to about it, fear became a very real thing for me. By 13, I was sure there was something wrong with me. I talked to my mother, telling her I felt unwell, and it went on for weeks, before she finally took me to a doctor for a checkup. I was terrified they would find something extremely wrong, but nothing came back. The doctor said I was a picture of health. On the way home, I asked about Hybrids. My mother didn't seem to want to talk about it very much. I pressed the issue, because I felt like something was severely wrong with me. She didn't want to talk to me about the Hybrids. I left it alone for now, but she really seemed agitated by my questions. I needed to know why she was so defensive.

At 15, I had my answer, to a question asked years past. My mother and father had a huge fight one night, over an alleged affair he had at work. The fight was pretty intense, and my father left the house, slamming the door. I was sitting downstairs, trying my best to ignore the fight, but it was extremely difficult. Once he left, my mother came, and sat down next to me, tears in her eyes. I felt so disconnected right now from everything. It's like their fight was more of an annoyance to me, rather than a serious issue our family was facing. The longer it went on, the more frustrated I became with their fighting. She sat next to me, wiping away her tears.

"Do you remember trying to talk to me about this whole Hybrid thing?"

"Yes, you always refused. Father hates them, this much I know."

Just thinking about what I said, made me sound so cold. I felt cold to them, when I knew I shouldn't.

"I know your father's hatred of the Hybrids. I don't share that. I try to keep my opinions neutral, when in truth, they aren't Karrie. They can't be. I never told your father, but your great-great grandmother, she was a Hybrid."

I turned and stared at her. I never had any idea our family had something like that.

"Say what?" I asked.

"Her name was Yvonne Moria. It's not a chapter of our family tree we discuss very often, because of what she was, and what happened to her."

"Tell me. I need to know." I demanded.

"She turned Hybrid, in her early twenties. I don't know how it all happened, but she was one. She already had a baby when she was seventeen, my great grandmother. She never turned Hybrid, stayed human. My grandmother, and mother, all normal. Myself, normal. We have no idea why she turned. You're normal. But if your father knew, he would probably divorce me." I crossed my arms over my chest, furrowing my brow. She was assuming I was normal, but I really didn't feel normal. Every year, it got worse, the way I felt, the things I could see and smell. I suppose it would help explain the way I was feeling lately.

"Why would he be mad about someone long dead? No one else has been one, so why is it such a big deal to him?" I asked.

"Because, a few years before I met your father, his cousin was killed by a Hybrid. Several actually. His hatred of them is pretty much endless. That's why I'm worried about him ever finding out about Yvonne."

I patted her shoulder, letting her know it would be all right. Although, I began to worry. I'd checked into Hybrids and things online, the stuff we knew about them, and it was pitifully small. At least, the public stuff. No one seemed to know how old they got, what caused the transformation from human to Hybrid, any of it. I excused myself, going up to my room. At least there, I had a bit of privacy, to contemplate what was going on with me. I started with my usual searches, trying to find some sort of answers for how I was feeling. Knowing now, that there was a Hybrid in my family tree, could it be passed down? If it was, what did she feel like coming up to the change? My mom said it was in her earl

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