It has been at least seven years since it happened, but I can still hear the crackling screams of my family as they are ripped limb from limb put into boxes and sent to who knows where. I'm the only one alive. Don't ask me why, I guess some people just say I'm lucky but to me it's torture. My whole life just ripped up into shreds and thrown away in the matter of just a day. This is why they call me snow. Cold hearted some May say. I just don't like getting too close to people, you never know what could happen if you meet the wrong person...that's why I lock myself away from the world. I never got the torture meant for me that day... So I must torture myself. Lock myself away from society. No love. No friends. No fun. Just my adoptive family, my room, and my thoughts... Which should NEVER be said aloud. This is me. If you're afraid I suggest getting a diaper because you're jumping into an Oblivian of torturous days. This is my life... Are you in for it?
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