They say I'm cruel for stealing from them. Say I am cruel, horrible, terrible. They call me names I don't want to remember. At first, I didn't understand why they treated me like this. But when I tried to go away, they begged for me to come back. Now I'm older, and not as bothered with the names anymore. Sometimes there will come a person, who will look me in the eyes and say, "You're the reason I'm here.".
As a child, I always thought things would be better once I grew older. But the older I got, the more I realised that that would never happen. I grew resentful, hateful towards these people. Didn't they know I had feelings too?
However, all this changed on one cold winter day. I was out walking in the forest, when I was confronted by a young girl...
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Death
Short StoryThis is just a practice story for fun. If you have any comments on how I can improve it, I would be very happy. :) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...
