He killed everyone because of me. Because I was different. Because I believed in something that didn't exist, because I proved the world wrong. He killed the ones I loved, the ones I cared for. He burnt the whole city to get to me. And he has. I will make him regret what he did. I will bring him to his knees, I will make him beg for forgiveness. He killed everyone because I was different. I'm going to hurt him because of that. I'm going to enjoy his pain, and I'm going to watch the light leave his eyes.
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Short StoryJust ideas and shit I come up with and cant be bothered to put it in a book.
