Chapter 1: Different

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Different:

Sometimes I think life is no longer worth living. But I'm too much of a coward to end it myself, I do not fear death i welcome it. I havent always been this way their was a time when i was happy. But now? Almost everything in this world i have cared about is gone. People say it gets better with time but their all liars, when you lose somebody half your sole goes with them, for a time you just float not believing but at some point you'll crash back down to reality that their never coming back. It happened to me once and I haven't and wont ever be the same when they were here with me. This person was the love of my life, i had to watch him die that was the worst part of it. To watch him bleed out on the pavement, it will kill you inside shatter you into a million pieces some you will never get back. I wasn't able to cope, at first i cried for days them when i ran of tears and i went into a kind of state of shock. I would just sit and stare at the wall and never move or do anything. I grew weak and pale like i was dead inside. They had no choice but to put me in a psychiatric ward, there i just sat and stared at the four white walls around me. I was their for 8 months when i came out i wasn't the same person who went in. it was like when it was before i met him. Before him i was in hell. A hell not of my own making but of someone else's i was just their prop. They trained me to be a killer to the very core. I was trained to be the best i was able to resist all types of torture, and could kill you 50 different ways with my bare hands.

But that wasn't the only thing, I'm different I'm not what people think.

I am not human.

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