Book of Honesty

The Truth of the Fate Changer Series

Let me introduce myself before I do anything.

I am GaeaValdez222 on Wattpad, more commonly known as Gaea, Fam, or Ficmata. (If you were expecting me to reveal my name, dream on.)

And I am crazy.

My childhood was super messed up. I was the younger sibling of my sister who was ignored by my family. She got sick often, so they had to care for her.

But it still hurt.

It still hurt seeing everyone be so....

So loving to her....

When I never got such love.

People think that buying stuff helps, but it doesn't.

Instead, it just reminds you that no one cares.

I was so naïve back then, though. So greedy, so needy. I wanted everything.

My parents bought them all.

Maybe because they felt sad that I didn't get enough love.

I created the fictioners when I was 6 or 7. I can't really remember. But the first ones were the Animal Mechanicals.

As time flied, I got exposed to more cartoons, more books.

And thus, my hallucinations, fantasies grew.

It wasn't all that much when I was really young. I cried a lot, yes, but I was still a jerk.

Then, it got worse.

Why?

Because of fake friends.

My stupid 'best friends', who I thought cared, just LEFT me after we moved to another branch of my school.

It HURT. SO MUCH.

But of course, being the spoiled brat I was, I refused to see that. Instead, my stupid brain told me to stay with them.

Didn't work out. Instead, I really fell more and more into the fictional world I created. I created so many pain and suffering for them they became fractured. Broken.

Just like me.

I wasn't aware of that, of course.

It was okay for a while. My life was 'stable'.

Until....

Until I was finally betrayed.

I was manipulated. Played like a fiddle because of how smart I was.

It wounded me. How could humanity be so cruel?

It finally dawned to me that no one cared.

I was lonely....

This went on. I was falling deeper and deeper.

Into what? You may ask.

Well, the answer's simple; into insanity. Into isolation.

I grew more and more crazy. No one wanted me right? If that's the case, then I didn't care anymore.

At some point.

I still sat with people.

That's when I committed yet another mistake;

I told some people about the fictioners.

After that, behind my back, they backstabbed me. Said I had down syndrome.

I didn't even know until before I left.