Chapter: Chapter 1: Nobody

In your eyes

:;:;:; So, this story is about a lung (Chris) who is rejected by his friends and relatives because of his yellow eyes, because they think he is a demon. And then he actually begins to develop demonic powers ... If you don't care about something like that, you don't have to read it. The first chapter here isn't very interesting anyway ... but it doesn't matter. Read anyway and write me clerks, okay? Then I decide whether to continue writing or cancel ...:;:;:;:;:;

Chapter 1: Nobody

Chris could still remember that day exactly, because it was exactly two days after he found his parents dead in the forest. Shot. Murdered.
Chris walked out of his grandmother's house into the street with his head bowed. She had reluctantly taken him in after the death of his parents.
He watched some children play ball. His friends. He came up to them and wanted to play, but when they saw him, one of them shouted, "Let's go over there!"They ran away together. Chris didn't understand that and went after them, but they kept running away from him.
After a while he gave up and just stopped. What was the matter with them? Why did they run away from him? Suddenly her ball rolled in front of his feet and he picked it up. He looked at his friends and waited for a reaction from them. The bravest of them took a step forward and mumbled: "Give him back ..." Chris had actually expected that at least now they would ask him to play along, but nothing. He said, "Come on then. Get it."
The children across from him flinched as if they dared not go near him. Chris reached out and held out her ball. When still no one moved, he tried differently. "Here, you can get it back. Just let me play along, okay?" He said. The children stared at each other, then walked away and called to him: "Then you can keep him. We don't play with you, yellow-eye."Chris didn't understand what that word meant. Why did they call him Yellow Eyes? "My eyes never bothered you either! Then why do you hate me now?"
The children stopped as if confused that he had asked such a stupid question in the first place. One replied, "Well, because your father was the mayor! He made our families pay less taxes when we play with you! But now that he's dead, we don't have to deal with you anymore! Get out, yellow-eyed!" The little boy screamed the last word as loudly as he could and everyone in the market square heard it. An excited whisper about Chris immediately began. "My sister always told me that only demons have yellow eyes ..." "I was told it was young Chris who killed his parents ...!"
People talked louder and louder, the scraps of conversation grew more and more and at some point people threw stones at him. "Get out of here, you demon!", They shouted and Chris raised his arms protectively in front of his face.He ran down the street and tried to escape from the angry villagers.
A stone hit him in the head, he lost his balance and fell to the floor. When he lifted his face out of the dirt, he saw that his grandmother was standing over him. "I always knew it, demon ... I always told your parents, you are the devil's brood, but they didn't want to hear! They had to pay with their lives for that! Get out, yellow-eyes! Get out, demon!" you. Chris wanted to say something but couldn't because his grandmother kicked the sand off the street in his face with her shoe. Once her shoe hit his face and he began to spit blood.
Chris couldn't help but jumped up with great effort and fled as quickly as he could.
I am not a demon, I am human! I didn't kill my parents! Please do not!
He ran as fast as he could until he reached the edge of the forest. Once there, it occurred to him that the villagers were no longer pursuing him.They stood on the edge of the village and gave him suspicious looks.
Why are they staring at me like that, thought Chris. Just because my parents are dead? No, I'm one of you!